I promise--the prediction shall be fulfilled!" "My own! my own! That son is a boy of twelve now--be it yours to find him, and work the retribution of the gods.

Your grandmother, your father, your mother, look to you from their graves for vengeance.

Woe to you if you fail!" "I shall not fail!" the girl said, solemnly.

"I can die, but I can not break a promise.

Vengeance shall fall, fierce and terrible, upon the heir of Kingsland, and mine shall be the hand to inflict it.