So passed eleven months, and nearly twelve, till it wanted but five days to the anniversary of the death of Dona Sodina. Then Don Sebastian wrote to his brother the letter which for months he had turned over in his mind,-- '_Seeing the instability of all human things, and the uncertain length of our exile upon earth, I have considered that it is evil for brothers to remain so separate. Therefore I implore you--who are my only relative in this world, and heir to all my goods and estates--to visit me quickly, for I have a presentiment that death is not far off, and I would see you before we are parted by the immense sea._' The archbishop was thinking that he must shortly pay a visit to his cathedral city, and, as his brother had desired, came to Xiormonez immediately. On the anniversary of Dona Sodina's interment, Don Sebastian entertained Archbishop Pablo to supper. 'My brother,' said he, to his guest, 'I have lately received from Cordova a wine which I desire you to taste. It is very highly prized in Africa, whence I am told it comes, and it is made with curious art and labour.' Glass cups were brought, and the wine poured in. The archbishop was a connoisseur, and held it between the light and himself, admiring the sparkling clearness, and then inhaled the odour. 'It is nectar,' he said. At last he sipped it. 'The flavour is very strange.' He drank deeply. Don Sebastian looked at him and smiled as his brother put down the empty glass. But when he was himself about to drink, the cup fell between his hands and the steward's, breaking into a hundred fragments, and the wine spilt on the floor. 'Fool!' cried Don Sebastian, and in his anger struck the servant. But being a man of peace, the archbishop interposed. 'Do not be angry with him; it was an accident. There is more wine in the flagon.' 'No, I will not drink it,' said Don Sebastian, wrathfully. 'I will drink no more to-night.' The archbishop shrugged his shoulders. When they were alone, Don Sebastian made a strange request. 'My brother, it is a year to-day that Sodina was buried, and I have not entered her room since then. But now I have a desire to see it. Will you come with me?' The archbishop consented, and together they crossed the long corridor that led to Dona Sodina's apartment, preceded by a boy with lights. Don Sebastian unlocked the door, and, taking the taper from the page's hand, entered. The archbishop followed. The air was chill and musty, and even now an odour of recent death seemed to pervade the room. Don Sebastian went to a casket, and from it took a breviary. He saw his brother start as his eye fell on it. He turned over the leaves till he came to a page on which was the archbishop's handwriting, and handed it to him. 'Oh God!' exclaimed the priest, and looked quickly at the door. Don Sebastian was standing in front of it. He opened his mouth to cry out, but Don Sebastian interrupted him.