They were probably talking together when the poor mad fools who killed them came round to this side of the castle and found them.

They recognized her as the princess.

They probably mistook him for the prince.

It is what men call a series of coincidences.

I wonder what God calls it ?" He broke off, and, stooping down, he drew the lapel of the Frenchman's cloak gently over the marred face.
"And let us remember," he said, "that he tried to save her.