Raiment lay scattered here and there.

On the table lay a book open, and beside it a jewel.

What moved me most was a little scarf which lay for a coverlet over the pillow on the bed.

For it was the self-same scarf I had once seen Ludar fasten round the maiden's neck that night she took the helm beside him on board the _Misericorde_.
I durst touch nothing I saw, yet that single glance roused fires within me which, if it be a sin to hate one's enemy, will assuredly stand to my hurt in the day of reckoning.

Yet how could mortal man stand thus and not be stirred?
I passed on softly into the tiny chamber beyond.
There the air was fragrant with the scent of a sprig of honeysuckle that lay yet unwithered in the window.