. The sorceress of Rome. o attend to the wants of hialord, Eckhardt sought a conference with the abbot on matters 43S THE SORCERESS OF ROME which lay close to his heart. For his sovereign was ill — andhis illness seemed to defy human skill. The abbot listened toEckhardts recital of the past events, but his diagnosis was farfrom quieting the latters fears. You learn to speak and think very dismally among thesegreat, sprawling pine forests, Eckhardt said moodily, at theconclusion of the conference. We learn to die! repUed the monk with melancholyausterity. Consideration for his sovereigns safety
. The sorceress of Rome. o attend to the wants of hialord, Eckhardt sought a conference with the abbot on matters 43S THE SORCERESS OF ROME which lay close to his heart. For his sovereign was ill — andhis illness seemed to defy human skill. The abbot listened toEckhardts recital of the past events, but his diagnosis was farfrom quieting the latters fears. You learn to speak and think very dismally among thesegreat, sprawling pine forests, Eckhardt said moodily, at theconclusion of the conference. We learn to die! repUed the monk with melancholyausterity. Consideration for his sovereigns safety, however, promptedEckhardt, who had been informed that straggling bands oftheir pursuers had followed them to the base of the hill, tocontinue that same night under guidance of a monk, theascent to the almost impregnable heighths of Castel Patemo,Here Otto and his small band were welcomed by Count Tam-mus, the commander, who placed himself and his men-at*arms at the disposal of the German King. 436 CHAPTER II MEMORIES. TTO found himself in a statechamber, whose gloomy vast-ness was lighted, or ratherdarkened by one single the high oval windowsin the deep recess of the wallpeered an errant ray of moon-light, which illumined the quaintmonastic paintings on the walls,and crossing the yellow candle-light, imbued them with a strange ghostly glare. When his host had ministered to his comfort and servedhim with the frugal fare of the cloister. Otto hinted his desirefor sleep, and his trusty Saxons entered on their watchbefore their sovereigns chamber. At last, left alone, Otto Ustened with a heavy heart to themonotonous tread of the sentries. It seemed to him as if hecould now take a survey of the events of his life, and pass sen-tence upon it with the impartiality of the future roused up recollection; and as in a panorama,the scenes of his short, but eventful career passed in reviewbefore his inner eye. He thought of what he was, contrastingit
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