CHAPTER VIII.
THE SIX CASTLE CHAMBERS In an instant Nathaniel was upon his knees beside the prostrate form of the old councilor.
Obadiah's eyes were open, but unseeing; his face was blanched to the whiteness of paper; an almost imperceptible movement of his chest showed that he still breathed.

Nathaniel lifted one of the limp hands and its clammy chill struck horror to his heart.

Tenderly he lifted the old man and carried him to the cot at the end of the room.

He loosened his clothes, tore off the low collar about his throat, and felt with his hand to measure the faint beating of life in the councilor's breast.

For a few moments it seemed to grow fainter and fainter, and a choking lump rose in his throat as he watched the pallor of death fixing itself on the councilor's shriveled face.