When the Count of Terlizzi averted his eyes from the horrid spectacle, Robert of Cabane cried out imperiously-- "What are you doing there?
The cord is long enough for us all to hold: we want not witnesses, we want accomplices!" As soon as the last convulsive movements of the dying man had ceased, they let the corpse drop the whole height of the three storeys, and opening the doors of the hall, departed as though nothing had happened.
Isolda, when at last she contrived to get a light, rapidly ran to the queen's chamber, and finding the door shut on the inside, began to call loudly on her Andre.

There was no answer, though the queen was in the room.

The poor nurse, distracted, trembling, desperate, ran down all the corridors, knocked at all the cells and woke the monks one by one, begging them to help her look for the prince.

The monks said that they had indeed heard a noise, but thinking it was a quarrel between soldiers drunken perhaps or mutinous, they had not thought it their business to interfere.

Isolda eagerly, entreated: the alarm spread through the convent; the monks followed the nurse, who went on before with a torch.
She entered the garden, saw something white upon the grass, advanced trembling, gave one piercing cry, and fell backward.
The wretched Andre was lying in his blood, a cord round his neck as though he were a thief, his head crushed in by the height from which he fell.