For me, I will go and pray for Zara's pardon, and that of my wronged Azul." As he uttered the last words, he started, looked up, and smiled.
"My beautiful one! Thou HAST pardoned me?
Thou wilt love me still?
Thou art with me, Azul, my beloved?
I have not lost thee, oh my best and dearest! Wilt thou lead me?
Whither?
Nay--no matter whither--I come!" And as one walking in sleep, he went out of the room, and I heard his footsteps echoing in the distance on the way to the chapel.
Left alone with the Prince, I snatched a glass of cold water from the table, and sprinkled some of it on his forehead and hands.

This was quite sufficient to revive him; and he drew a long breath, opened his eyes, and stared wildly about him.

Seeing no one but me he grew bewildered, and asked: "What has happened ?" Then catching sight of the drawn swords lying still on the ground where they had been thrown, he sprang to his feet, and cried: "Where is the coward and murderer ?" I made him sit down and hear with patience what I had to say.

I reminded him that Zara's health and happiness had always been perfect, and that her brother would rather have slain himself than her.

I told him plainly that Zara had expected her death, and had prepared for it--had even bade me good-bye, although then I had not understood the meaning of her words.