“The preparations for her flight were not long in making.  I purchased a fleet horse in addition to my own, and ordered my servant to bring it to a point a short distance from the castle gate.  I had procured a long rope with which to lower her down from her lattice to the moat below, which was at present dry, intending myself to slide after her.  The night chosen was one when I knew that the count was to have guests, and I thought that they would probably, as is the custom, drink heavily, and that there would be less fear of any watch being kept.

“The guests arrived just at nightfall.  I had feigned illness, and kept my room.  From time to time I heard through the windows of the banqueting hall bursts of laughter.  These gradually ceased; and at last when all was still I, after waiting some time, stole from my room with a rope in my hand to the apartment occupied by her.  A slight tap at the door, as arranged, was at once answered, and I found her ready cloaked and prepared for the enterprise.  She trembled from head to foot, but I cheered her to the best of my power, and at last she was in readiness to be lowered.  The window was at a considerable height from the ground; but the rope was a long one, and I had no fear of its reaching the bottom.  Fastening it round her waist, I began to lower her from the window.

“The night was a windy one, and she swung backward and forward as she went down.  By what chance it was I know not—­for I had examined the rope and found it secure—­but methinks in swaying backward and forward it may have caught a sharp stone, maybe it was a punishment from Heaven upon me for robbing a father of his child—­but suddenly I felt there was no longer a weight on my arms.  A fearful shriek rang through the air, and, looking out, I saw far below a white figure stretched senseless in the mud!

“For a minute I stood paralyzed.  But the cry had aroused others, and, turning round, I saw a man at the door with a drawn sword.  Wild with grief and despair, and thinking, not of making my escape, or of concealing my part in what had happened, but rushing without an instant’s delay to the body of her I loved so well, I drew my sword, and like a madman rushed upon him who barred the door.  The combat was brief but furious, and nerved by the madness of despair I broke down his guard and ran him through the body.  As he fell back, his face came in the full light of the moon, which streamed through the open door of the passage, and to my utter horror and bewilderment I saw that I had slain my father.

“What happened after that night I know not.  I believe that I made my escape from the castle and rushed round to the body of her whose life I had destroyed, and that there finding her dead, I ran wildly across the country.  When I came to my senses months had passed, and I was the inmate of an asylum for men bereaved of their senses, kept by noble monks.  Here for two years I remained, the world believing