This done, she became more composed, and prepared to meet her end.

Suddenly, as if something had again disturbed her, she opened wide her glazing eyes, and starting up with a dying effort, stretched out her hands.
"I see him before them!" she cried.

"They examine him--they adjudge him! Ah! he is now in a dungeon! See, the torturers advance! He is placed on the rack--once--twice--thrice--they turn the levers! His joints snap in their sockets--his sinews crack! Mercy! he confesses! He is led to execution.

I see him ascend the scaffold!" "Whom do you behold ?" inquired the soldier, listening to her in astonishment.
"His face is hidden from me," replied the prophetess; "but his figure is not unlike your own.

Ha! I hear the executioner pronounce his name.