The young master..." "Philip," and the woman's voice rose to a scream.

"What of my son ?" "The lord has taken away what He gave.

He is dead, slain in a scuffle with highway robbers....

Oh, the noble young lord! The fair young knight! Woe upon this stricken house!" The woman lay very still, white the old man on his knees drifted into broken prayers.

Then he observed her silence, scrambled to his feet in a panic, and lit two candles from the nearest brazier.