Because when the fiends of the pit tie me limb to limb, lip to lip, with Judas who sold his master with a kiss, when they burn me in the seventh hell, I shall remember and rejoice that to the last he loved me, believed in me, gloried in his love for me.

And God who has been cruel to me in all else, will yet do this thing for me.

He will not let William Douglas know that I deceived him or that he trusted me in vain." "But the Vengeance that you spoke of--what of that ?" said Sholto, dwelling upon that which was uppermost in his own thought.
"Aye," said the Lady Sybilla, "that alone can be compassed by me.

For I am bound by a chain, the snapping of which is my death.

To him who, in a far land, devised all these things, to the man who plotted the fall of the Douglas house--to Gilles de Retz, Marshal of France, I am bound.