Before him stood the Collegiate Church bathed in moonlight.

He gazed abstractedly at this venerable structure for a few moments, and then returned to the charnel, where he found Doctor Dee and Kelley employed in placing the body of the prophetess in a coffin, which they had taken from a pile in the corner.

He immediately proffered his assistance, and in a short space the task was completed.

The coffin was then borne towards the grave, at the edge of which it was laid while the burial-service was recited by Doctor Dee.

This ended, it was lowered into its shallow resting-place, and speedily covered with earth.
When all was ready for their departure, the Doctor turned to Fawkes, and, bidding him farewell, observed, "If you are wise, my son, you will profit by the awful warning you have this night received." "Before we part, reverend sir," replied Fawkes, "I would ask if you know of other means whereby an insight may be obtained into the future ?" "Many, my son," replied Dee.