his pale wounded sister to wreak the vengeance which he would so gladly have fulfilled. Then the sea-monarch, Arinbiorn, came forward. “Either shall this diabolical madman,” said he, “compensate for the blood that he has drawn from that beauteous damsel, or the last of mine shall be shed in her cause.” With these words, he placed himself before Sir Otto, and lifted his battle-axe. “Ha! thou art come again?” cried the madman: “Vulture’s wings! Death’s head! wilt thou have another blow from the Knight of Trautwangen? There, Satan, be then on thy guard!” “Thou art thyself the devil of whom thou speak’st,” cried the sea-monarch; and though Sir Otto’s sword moved incessantly over his head, yet the powerful battle-axe descended with resistless force, and the miserable knight fell without a word, and lay motionless on the ground. CHAPTER II. How Sir Otto went all alone, and despairing, into the forest. It might be about noon on the following day, when Sir Otto again shewed some signs of reason and recollection; but he could not yet open his eyes, nor move his limbs. At first it seemed to him that he lay there dead, only that his soul was not yet disengaged from its earthly prison; and, as he thought of what had passed on the preceding day, he believed that the sea-monarch, Arinbiorn, had killed him with his enormous halbert. Yet ere long he knew that he must be still alive; that he was laid on a soft couch, and carefully tended; also that his wound would not prove deadly; for oftentimes he felt the touch of a soft hand on his head; and at such times a delightful coldness came over his brow, and he was almost free from pain. Yet he remained motionless, nor could lift up his eyes to know who were beside him.