Wild with grief and despair, and thinking, not of making my escape, or of concealing my part in what had happened, but rushing without an instant's delay to the body of her I loved so well, I drew my sword, and like a madman rushed upon him who barred the door.

The combat was brief but furious, and nerved by the madness of despair I broke down his guard and ran him through the body.

As he fell back, his face came in the full light of the moon, which streamed through the open door of the passage, and to my utter horror and bewilderment I saw that I had slain my father.
"What happened after that night I know not.

I believe that I made my escape from the castle and rushed round to the body of her whose life I had destroyed, and that there finding her dead, I ran wildly across the country.

When I came to my senses months had passed, and I was the inmate of an asylum for men bereaved of their senses, kept by noble monks.