Louise was free! Slowly he got down from the wagon, vaguely wondering what to do, so had the tragedy confused his brain for the moment.

As he did so, he was conscious of another wagon and horses a few yards away.
"Who goes there ?" called the voice of the newcomer.
"A friend," answered Orlando mechanically.

Presently the new-comer sprang down from his wagon and came over to Orlando.
"What is it, Mr.Guise ?" he asked.

"What's the trouble ?...

Who's that ?" he added, pointing to the dead body.
"It's Mazarine.