Again!--but when its notes died away, there was only a mournful, an awful silence.
"Farewell, my child," said the Prince, bulkily lifting himself into his battle-saddle.

"Remember the dagger.

Hark! the trumpet sounds for the third time.

Open, warders! Sound, trumpeters! and good St.Bendigo guard the right." But Puffendorff, the trumpeter, had not leisure to lift the trumpet to his lips: when, hark! from without there came another note of another clarion!--a distant note at first, then swelling fuller.

Presently, in brilliant variations, the full rich notes of the "Huntsman's Chorus" came clearly over the breeze; and a thousand voices of the crowd gazing over the gate exclaimed, "A champion! a champion!" And, indeed, a champion HAD come.