Catharina's happy tongue ran on: "'Twas a marvelous jest, and bravely carried out.

They gave you a heavy sleeping-draught before you went to bed, and in the night they bore you to a ruined chamber where all had fallen to decay, and placed these rags of clothing by you.

And when your sleep was spent and you came forth, two strangers, well instructed in their parts, were here to meet you; and all we, your friends, in our disguises, were close at hand, to see and hear, you may be sure.

Ah, 'twas a gallant jest! Come, now, and make thee ready for the pleasures of the day.

How real was thy misery for the moment, thou poor lad! Look up and have thy laugh, now!" He looked up, searched the merry faces about him in a dreamy way, then sighed and said: "I am aweary, good strangers, I pray you lead me to her grave." All the smile vanished away, every cheek blanched, Catharina sunk to the ground in a swoon.
All day the people went about the castle with troubled faces, and communed together in undertones.