He sunk back in horror.
"I am judged and condemned," he exclaimed, "and the most abhorred fiend in the infernal regions is sent to torment me!" "I live, my lord," said Bonthron; "and that you may live and enjoy life, be pleased to sit up and eat your victuals." "Free me from these irons," said the Prince, "release me from this dungeon, and, dog as thou art, thou shalt be the richest man in Scotland." "If you would give me the weight of your shackles in gold," said Bonthron, "I would rather see the iron on you than have the treasure myself! But look up; you were wont to love delicate fare--behold how I have catered for you." The wretch, with fiendish glee, unfolded a piece of rawhide covering the bundle which he bore under' his arm, and, passing the light to and fro before it, showed the unhappy Prince a bull's head recently hewn from the trunk, and known in Scotland as the certain signal of death.

He placed it at the foot of the bed, or rather lair, on which the Prince lay.
"Be moderate in your food," he said; "it is like to be long ere thou getst another meal." "Tell me but one thing, wretch," said the Prince.

"Does Ramorny know of this practice ?" "How else hadst thou been decoyed hither?
Poor woodcock, thou art snared!" answered the murderer.
With these words, the door shut, the bolts resounded, and the unhappy Prince was left to darkness, solitude, and misery.

"Oh, my father!--my prophetic father! The staff I leaned on has indeed proved a spear!" We will not dwell on the subsequent hours, nay, days, of bodily agony and mental despair.
But it was not the pleasure of Heaven that so great a crime should be perpetrated with impunity.
Catharine Glover and the glee woman, neglected by the other inmates, who seemed to be engaged with the tidings of the Prince's illness, were, however, refused permission to leave the castle until it should be seen how this alarming disease was to terminate, and whether it was actually an infectious sickness.

Forced on each other's society, the two desolate women became companions, if not friends; and the union drew somewhat closer when Catharine discovered that this was the same female minstrel on whose account Henry Wynd had fallen under her displeasure.