His recent tale was remembered: his magical transitions and mysterious energy of voice: Whether he were infernal or miraculous, or human, there was no power and no need to decide.

Whether the contriver or not of this spell, he was able to unbind it, and to check the fury of my brother.

He had ascribed to himself intentions not malignant.

Here now was afforded a test of his truth.

Let him interpose, as from above; revoke the savage decree which the madness of Wieland has assigned to heaven, and extinguish for ever this passion for blood! My mind detected at a glance this avenue to safety.