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He went to bed; but Tortsentier was not to see him on the morrow All

was not well He had a dream which drew all the apprehensions and

suspicions of the day into one head The hidden things were ht; for the first time, it seemed,

he was to see openly--when his eyes were shut He had, in spite of

himself, centred them one by one in Isoult, and now he dreamed of her

as she was, and of theether, lying under the stars in the open ith his drawn

sword between theeways as it had always been He lay awake,

but Isoult was asleep, and hs which came quickly with her breath He lay and watched

her in the perfectly clear light there was, and presently the

ceased, and she opened her eyes to look at hih they were

wide, they were blank; he knew that she slept still She moved her

lips to speak, but without sound; she strained out her ar e of the sword pressed her bare bosom, yet she seemed not to heed

it; and presently it broke the skin, and she pressed it in deeper, as

if glad of the sharp pain; and then the blood leapt out and flooded

her night-dress Her aruidly as if mortally tired Then she lay very still, white to the

lips, and Prosper knew that she was dead So in his own dream he cried

out and tried to come at her, but could not because of the red sword

He woke in a cold sweat and lay tre, blenched with fear The