Today he makes his triumphant entry into London, which will open its gates to him with joy and receive him as king." Paul sat rigid and motionless as he heard these words.

He did not dare to look at young Edward, who sat beside him as if turned to stone.

The second messenger, who had had a moment to draw breath whilst his fellow had been speaking, now broke in with his share of the terrible news.

He had seen the prodigies of valour performed by the mighty earl.

He had witnessed the death of that warrior--such a death as was fitting for one of his warlike race.