, on the blue-draped bed, lay the
still form of his young friend.
A convulsive shudder shook Lianor's slender frame as she gazed on
those handsome features set in death's awful calm; the closed eyes,
which would never look into her own again; the cold lips which would
never breathe loving words into her ear, or press her brow in fond
affection.
She could not weep, as Savitre wept; tears refused to ease the burning
pain at her heart. Only a low moan broke from her as she threw herself
suddenly over that loved body.
"My love--my darling! Why did I ever let you leave me? How can I live
without you?"
"Hush, Lianor! Come, you can do nothing here. But one thing I promise
you, I will avenge his death at any cost! The murderer will be found
and punished--no matter who it is!" Diniz cried, earnestly.
"Thank you; and if I can aid, rely on my help," Lianor murmured,
bravely.
Then, bending reverently to press a last kiss on the pallid brow, she
allowed Diniz to lead her from the room to her own home.
In the hall they were met by Don Garcia, in a terrible state of
anxiety for his daughter.
"Where have you been, Lianor? What is the matter? You look ill! And
what is that?" pointing to a vivid red stain which marred the white
purity of her dress.
A low, delirious laugh broke from the girl's pale lips, and,
stretching out her arms, she waved Don Garcia back.
"Do not touch me!" she cried, hoarsely. "He--my love, my darling--is
dead! See, his life-blood stains my hands--my robe! Oh, heavens, that
I should have lived to know such agony!"
She stopped; the outstretched arms fell inertly down, the graceful
head drooped, and without one cry or moan, Lianor fell heavily to the
ground--unconscious.
"Explain, Savitre--Sampayo, what means this strange raving? Who is
dead?" Don Garcia said, fearfully.
"It means that Luiz Falcam was found murdered this morning! Your
daughter went to see him for the last time, and returns, overcome with
grief and sorrow."
Without a word, but very white, the viceroy carried his child to her
room, and left her in the care of Savitre and her two attendants,
while he went to find the particulars of Falcam's tragic end.
For days and weeks Lianor kept to her rooms, seeing no one except her
father and Sampayo, whom she looked upon as the avenger of Luiz.
Long and tenderly was her lover's memory sorrowed over, until the once
beautiful girl was but a mere wraith.
A few weeks later Don
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