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Woman! he exclaimed with fury, thou hast not set fire to it?By Heaven, thou hast, and the castle is in flames! They are fast rising, at least, said Ulrica, with frightful composure; and a signal shall soon wave to warn the besiegers to press hard upon those who would extinguish them.Farewell, Front-de-Buf!May Mista, Skogula, and Zernebock, gods of the ancient Saxonsfiends, as the priests now call themsupply the place of comforters at your dying bed, which Ulrica now relinquishes!But know, if it will give thee comfort to know it, that Ulrica is bound to the same dark coast with thyself, the companion of thy punishment as the companion of thy guilt.And now, parricide, farewell for ever!May each stone of this vaulted roof find a tongue to echo that title into thine ear! So saying, she left the apartment; and Front-de-Buf could hear the crash of the ponderous key, as she locked and double-locked the door behind her, thus cutting off the most slender chance of escape. In the extremity of agony he shouted upon his servants and alliesStephen and St. Maur!Clement and Giles!I burn here unaided!To the rescueto the rescue, brave Bois-Guilbert, valiant De Bracy!It is Front-de-Buf who calls!It is your master, ye traitor squires!Your allyyour brother in arms, ye perjured and faithless knights!all the curses due to traitors upon your recreant heads, do you abandon me to perish thus miserably!They hear me notthey cannot hear memy voice is lost in the din of battle.The smoke rolls thicker and thickerthe fire has caught upon the floor below.O for one draught of the air of heaven, were it to be purchased by instant annihilation! And in the mad frenzy of despair, the wretch now shouted with the shouts of the fighters, now muttered curses on himself, on mankind, and on Heaven itself. The red fire flashes through the thick smoke! he exclaimed; the demon marches against me under the banner of his own element. Foul spirit, avoid!I go not with thee without my comradesall, all are thine, that garrison these walls. Thinkest thou Front-de-Buf will be singled out to go alone?No, the infidel Templarthe licentious De BracyUlrica, the foul murdering strumpetthe men who aided my enterprisesthe dog Saxons and accursed Jews, who are my prisonersall, all shall attend mea goodly fellowship as ever took the downward roadHa, ha, ha! and he laughed in his frenzy till the vaulted roof rang again. Who laughed there? exclaimed Front-de-Buf, in altered mood, for the noise of the conflict did not prevant the echoes of his own mad laughter from returning upon his earwho laughed there?Ulrica, was it thou?Speak, witch, and I forgive theefor only thou or the fiend of hell himself could have laughed at such a moment. Avaunt avaunt! But it were impious to trace any further the picture of the blasphemer and parricides death-bed. |
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