thought worthy of
record.

Presently David came and started back in horror at the sight of that
yellow tortured face set upon a living skeleton. Then the writing was
read and Nicholas, held up by Dick, set his signature with a trembling
hand to this his confession of the truth. This done they signed as
witnesses, all three of them.

Now Hugh, whose pity was stirred, wished to move Nicholas and lay him on
a bed in some chamber, and if they could, find someone to watch him till
the end. But the priest refused this charity.

"Let me die before the altar," he said, "where I may set my eyes upon
Him whom I have betrayed afresh," and he pointed to the carved ivory
crucifix which hung above it. "Oh! be warned, be warned, my brethren,"
he went on in a wailing voice. "You are all of you still young; you may
be led astray as I was by the desire for power, by the hope of wealth.
You may sell yourselves to the wicked as I did, I who once was good
and strove toward the right. If Satan tempts you thus, then remember
Nicholas the priest, and his dreadful death, and see how he pays his
servants. The plague has taken others, yet they have died at peace, but
I, I die in hell before I see its fires."

"Not so," said Hugh, "you have repented, and I, against whom you have
sinned perhaps more than all, forgive you, as I am sure my lady would,
could she know."

"Then it is more than I do," muttered Grey Dick to himself. "Why should
I forgive him because he rots alive, as many a better man has done, and
goes to reap what he has sown, who if he had won his way would have sent
us before him at the dagger's point? Yet who knows? Each of us sins in
his own fashion, and perchance sin is born of the blood and not of the
will. If ever I meet Murgh again I'll ask him. But perhaps he will not
answer."

Thus reflected Dick, half to David, who feared and did not understand
him, and half to himself. Ere ever he had finished with his thoughts,
which were not such as Sir Andrew would have approved, Father Nicholas
began to die.

It was not a pleasant sight this death of his, though of its physical
part nothing shall be written. Let that be buried with other records of
the great plague. Only in this case his mind triumphed for a while over
the dissolution of his body. When there was little left of him save bone
and sinew, still he found strength to cry out to God for mercy. Yes, and
to raise himself and cast what had been arms about the ivory rood a