Then his eye fell upon the bloody sword set point downwards in the wood of the table before him, and he exclaimed, "Mother of God! what is that?
My uncle's silver-hilted sword, red with blood, and Rosamund's gold chain upon the hilt! Priest, where is the lady Rosamund ?" "Gone," answered the chaplain in a voice that sounded like a groan.

"The women woke and found her gone, and Sir Andrew lies dead or dying in the solar--but now I have shriven him--and oh! we have all been drugged.

Look at them!" and he waved his hand towards the recumbent forms.

"I say that the devil has been here." Wulf sprang to his feet with an oath.
"The devil?
Ah! I have it now.

You mean the Cyprian chapman Georgios.