es, which were lengthy, had been read, and the breakfast, or
so much as they could eat of it, consumed. At last Hugh, accompanied by
a Venetian squire of high birth sent by the Doge to bear his casque and
other armour, stood in the vestibule waiting for the ambassador's barge
of state. With him was Grey Dick, accompanied by no one and carrying the
mail shirt in which he was to fight, like a housewife's parcel beneath
his arm, although he wore bow on back, axe and dagger at side and iron
cap upon his head.

Presently, while they lingered thus, out from a side-door appeared
Lady Carleon, clothed in a white garment such as women wear when their
dressing is half done, down which her grey hair hung dishevelled.

"I am come thus unkempt, Sir Hugh," she said, "for, not feeling well, I
could not rise early, to bid you good-bye, since I am sure that we shall
not meet again. However much that black-browed Doge may press it, I
cannot go down yonder to see my countrymen butchered in this heat. Oh!
oh!" and she pressed her hand upon her heart.

"What's the matter, madam?" asked Hugh anxiously.

"A pain in my breast, that is all, as though some one drove a dagger
through me. There, there, 'tis gone."

"I thank you for your goodness, Lady Carleon," said Hugh when she was
herself again; then paused, for he knew not what to add.

"Not so, Sir Hugh, not so; 'tis for your sakes in truth since you
remember you never told me what you would wish done--afterward. Your
possessions also--where are they to be sent? Doubtless you have money
and other things of value. Be sure that they shall be sealed up. I'll
see to it myself, but--how shall I dispose of them?"

"Madame, I will tell you when I return," said Hugh shortly.

"Nay, nay, Sir Hugh; pray do not return. Those who are gone had best
keep gone, I think, who always have had a loathing of ghosts. Therefore,
I beg you, tell me now, but do not come back shining like a saint and
gibbering like a monkey at dead of night, because if you do I am sure
I shall not understand, and if there is an error, who will set it
straight?"

Hugh leaned against a marble pillar in the hall and looked at his
hostess helplessly, while Sir Geoffrey, catching her drift at length,
broke in:

"Cease such ill-omened talk, wife. Think you that it is of a kind to
give brave men a stomach in a fight to the end?"

"I know not, Geoffrey, but surely 'tis better to have these matters
settled, for, as you often say,