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On the terrace the artillerymen were sponging the blood from the breech of their gatling where some wretch's brains had been spattered by a shell-fragment. They told him that a Sister of Mercy had passed into the house ten minutes before; that she walked as though very tired, but did not appear to have been hurt. "She is up-stairs," he thought. "She must not stay there alone with Sir Thorald."

In his amazement he stood hesitating, looking from the girl to Sir Thorald; but she drew him to the edge of the thicket and pointed to the road, crying, "Go! go!" and he stumbled down the pasture slope to the edge of the road.

Ranveig was the wife of Gamli, the son of <i>Thorald</i>, the son of the <i>Vendlander</i>. We have given Thorhall in our translation in both places as the man's name. Perhaps Thoraldr is nothing but a corruption of Thorólfr fasthaldi; and Thorhalli again a corruption of the first. But Gamli the Vendlander or Widelander, we have no means of identifying.

Jack did not answer. "Will you write to Molly?" asked Sir Thorald, drowsily. "Yes. God help you, Sir Thorald." "Who cares?" muttered Sir Thorald. "I'm a beast a dying beast. May I see Alixe?" "Yes." "Then tell her to come now. Soon I'll wish to be alone; that's the way beasts die alone." He rambled on again about a battle somewhere in the south, and Jack went to the door and called, "Alixe!"

Alixe went in to the bedside to kneel again and buy back two souls with the agony of her child's heart. "Pray," she said to Sir Thorald. "Pray," he repeated. Jack closed the door. Up and down the dark hall he wandered, pausing at times to listen to some far rifle-shot and the answering fusillade along the picket-line.

"No I we rode down and trampled a man in the dark; I should think it would have been enough to brain him, but when I galloped back just now he was gone, and I don't know how badly he was hit." "But the fellow that started to smash you with a paving-stone the Marquis de Nesville fired at him, didn't he?" insisted Sir Thorald. "Yes, I think he hit him, but it was a long shot. Lorraine was superb "