CHAPTER XXII.
"Where is the place of meeting?
At what hour rises the moon?
I repair to what?
to hold a council in the dark With common ruffians leagued to ruin states!" BYRON.
The fierce storm of war had swept over the town, and quiet seemed succeeding.

No sound of strife disturbed the stillness which settled around.

Many had fallen, and the grass began to bud on the grave of Manuel; no tear moistened the sod beneath which he rested.

Inez often stood beside the newly-raised mound with folded arms, and a desolate, weary look on her beautiful features, which too plainly indicated a longing to sleep near him.

Yet she never wept; for her love for Nevarro had been that of a cousin, perhaps not so fervent.