Let not my dead hand lie heavy upon you, Margaret." "Yet," she replied in gentle indignation, "heavy must it always lie, since it is about my heart.

Be sure of this, Peter, that if such dreadful ill should fall upon us, as you left me so shall you find me, here or hereafter." "So be it," he said with a sigh of relief, for he could not bear to think of Margaret as the wife of some other man, even after he was gone, although his honest, simple nature, and fear lest her life might be made empty of all joy, caused him to say what he had said.
Then behind the shelter of a flowering bush they embraced each other as do those who know not whether they will ever kiss again, and, the hour of sunset having come, parted as they must.
On the following morning once more Castell and Margaret were led to the Hall of Justice in the Alcazar; but this time Peter did not go with them.

The great court was already full of counsellors, officers, gentlemen, and ladies who had come from curiosity, and other folk connected with or interested in the case.

As yet, however, Margaret could not see Morella or Betty, nor had the king and queen taken their seats upon the throne.

Peter was already there, standing before the bar with guards on either side of him, and greeted them with a smile and a nod as they were ushered to their chairs near by.