As she did so, something yellow flashed downward and tinkled as it struck the ground.
Grumbach hastened forward.
"My locket," said her highness anxiously.
"It is not broken, Highness," said Grumbach; "only the chain has come apart." Then he handed it to her gravely.
"Thank you!" Her highness put both chain and locket into a small purse which she carried in her belt, touched the mare, and sped up the road, Carmichael following.
Grumbach returned to the parapet.

He followed them till they passed out of sight beyond the gates.
"_Gott!_" he murmured.
His face was as livid as the scar on his head..