\"Rends-toi，rends-toi!Yieldthee，Glacidas；yieldthee，forI
standinmuchsorrowforthysoul\'ssake。”
Then，fallingonherknees，herfaceshiningtransfiguredinthatfiercelight，sheprayedhimthus-
\"Ah!Glacidas，thoudidstcallmeribaulde，butIhavesorrowforthysoul。Ah!yieldthee，yieldtheetoransom\"；andthetearsrandownhercheeks，asifasaintwereprayingforasoulinperil。
NotonewordspokeGlasdale:heneithersawnorheard。Butthelevelledspearsathissideflewup，aflamecaughthiscrest，makingaplumeoffire，andwithacursehecasthisaxeamongthethrong，andthemanwhostoodinfrontofitgothisdeath。