It is by the narrowest grace of God that I was not a worse traitor than your brother." He turned inquiring eyes on me; but a sick man shrinks from puzzles, and he had no strength to question me.

His glance fell on Flavia's ring, which I wore.

I thought he would question me about it; but, after fingering it idly, he let his head fall on his pillow.
"I don't know when I shall see you again," he said faintly, almost listlessly.
"If I can ever serve you again, sire," I answered.
His eyelids closed.

Fritz came with the doctor.

I kissed the King's hand, and let Fritz lead me away.