Which of the two had galloped free?
Which lay shattered there, very far below her in an abyss that had already become obscure?
She agonized to know, but the darkness hid all things.

At last she tore it aside as if it had been a veil.
She went down, down into that deep place.

She stumbled through a valley of awful desolation till she came to that which she sought;--a fallen horse, a rider with glassy eyes upturned.
But the hand of Death had wiped out every distinguishing mark.

Was it Guy?
Was it Burke?
She knew not.

She turned from the sight with dread unspeakable.