With him was Grey Dick, accompanied by no one and carrying the mail shirt in which he was to fight, like a housewife's parcel beneath his arm, although he wore bow on back, axe and dagger at side and iron cap upon his head.
Presently, while they lingered thus, out from a side-door appeared Lady Carleon, clothed in a white garment such as women wear when their dressing is half done, down which her grey hair hung dishevelled.
"I am come thus unkempt, Sir Hugh," she said, "for, not feeling well, I could not rise early, to bid you good-bye, since I am sure that we shall not meet again.

However much that black-browed Doge may press it, I cannot go down yonder to see my countrymen butchered in this heat.

Oh! oh!" and she pressed her hand upon her heart.
"What's the matter, madam ?" asked Hugh anxiously.
"A pain in my breast, that is all, as though some one drove a dagger through me.

There, there, 'tis gone." "I thank you for your goodness, Lady Carleon," said Hugh when she was herself again; then paused, for he knew not what to add.
"Not so, Sir Hugh, not so; 'tis for your sakes in truth since you remember you never told me what you would wish done--afterward.

Your possessions also--where are they to be sent?
Doubtless you have money and other things of value.