You must return to succeed me.

I see it like a picture--on the day when I lie dead you shall stand with the Red Axe in your hand waiting to do judgment.

It is well.

Keep this maid more sacred than your life--and, meantime, fare you well!" So saying he left us abruptly.
Our horses were saddled in the court-yard, and as I rode last through the rarely opened gateway, I saw Duke Casimir looking out from his window upon the lower enclosure, as was his pleasure upon the days of execution.
I heard the dull thud, which was the meeting of the Red Axe and the redder block as that which had been between fell apart.

And for the last time I heard the blood-hounds leap and the pattering of their eager feet upon the barriers as they leaped up scenting the Duke's carrion.
Thus the latest I heard of the place of my nativity was fitting and dreadful.