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Lord Denbeigh and his friend were bending over the lad, who lay out-stretched between them, with his white face turned up to the white sky, looking like the face of a dead man at the bottom of a clear pool. Then could I not withhold my grief, but cried aloud, “My master, my master!” and tried to feel with my trembling old hands for the wound.

Then said the earl, “Not here! I will carry him to a place of safety.” And he lifted the boy in his arms, as though he had been a hurt child.

When the other saw that, he laid hold on Lord Denbeigh’s arm, saying, “What mean you? are you distraught? There is but scarce time by the clock.”

And the earl said, “Go you on. I must take this boy where his wound can be bound.”

“Nay,” said the man. “I tell you, you are mad!”

And Lord Denbeigh turned on him, and spoke in a harsh voice:

“I have said I will not go. I have done with thee and thine. Go thy ways ere it be too late;” and he passed on and left the man to swallow the moonshine with his great gaping mouth.

And he saith unto me, “Follow closely.” So by-and-by we came to a great gray house, and Lord Denbeigh opened the door and bade me enter with him.

We passed through a vast hall, and up a ponderous staircase, and into a room. A fire was burning on the hearth, and there was a fantastic kind of lamp swinging from a silver chain above the bed’s foot.

I guessed rightly that this was his lordship’s own apartment. He laid the lad on the bed, and fell to undoing his doublet of black velvet. I did see him set to shivering, as ’twere, when he noted the red stains on the shirt underneath, and my heart stood still within me. Then he opened the red linen, and did put in his hand gently to feel if the heart were yet beating; but no sooner had he done this than he gave a strange cry, and drew out his hand dripping with blood, and stood staring and trembling. At the same moment the lad stirred, and opened his eyes, and began to clutch feebly at his doublet, drawing it together. I made naught of it until Lord Denbeigh did turn to me, with the face of a dead man, and quoth he, “Stay here while I fetch women,” and so rushed out like one in truth distraught.

Then did it all come upon me, and I knew that the face upon which I looked was the face of my lady.

Ere another second had passed I heard the earl’s voice without, and he spoke with a woman:

“Do thou go instantly and clothe the lady within in some of thy garments; and have care that thou say no word to any of what hath happened, else will it not be well for thee.”

When I heard the tone in which he spoke, methought in truth it would not be well for her did she not heed his commands.

Shortly there entered a woman most marvellous fair, with hair that seemed spun of black taffetas, and a skin like a white jasmine. When she saw the blood her lips whitened, and she did close them more closely, but no cry escaped her. Whereat I was much ashamed, remembering the hullabaloo that I had raised.

I turned aside while she disrobed my lady and clothed her in clean linen, and drew down the sheets, placing her between them. But the blood still flowed in spite of all bandages, and the fair linen was soon crimson.

And when all was prepared, the woman went to the door and said, “You can enter,” and the earl came into the chamber again. When, however, he did see my lady he cried out, “God in heaven! she will bleed to death!” and he called the woman, and showed her how to stanch the wound. Then, when the steps of the surgeon were heard in the hall without, he said unto her, “Remember. She is thy sister, and thieves have stabbed her for the jewels on her neck.” And she answered him, “I will remember.”