"His coward soul was the cause of the Lord Ugo's defeat," Basil interposed hotly. "In the dark of night, by means of a rope he let himself down from his lair, to escape the wrath of the fledgling he had struck for an unintentional affront. Did the Lord Ugo even inquire into the fate of the woman who perished miserably in the dungeons of the Emperor's Tomb?" "Let us not be hasty," interposed another. "The Lord Ugo will listen to reason." "The conditions are settled," Basil replied. "On the third night from to-night!" The conspirators rose and, emerging from the ruined refectory, made their way down to their boat. Soon the sound of oars, becoming fainter and fainter, informed the listeners that the company had departed. Tristan's face was very white. "What is to be done?" he turned pathetically to the monk who stood brooding by his side. "I almost wish I had let my fate overtake me--" "Do not blaspheme," Odo interposed. "Sometimes divine aid is nearest when it seems farthest removed. In three days the blow is to fall! In three days Rome is to be turned over to the infidels who are ravaging our southern coasts, and the Tuscan is once more to hold sway in the Tomb of the former Master of the World. But not he--Basil will rule, for Ugo has his hands full in Ivrea. With Basil Theodora will lord it from yonder castello. He will let the Lord Ugo burn his hands and he will snatch the golden fruit. I will pray that this feeble hand may undo their dark plotting." "What is Rome to me? What the universe?" Tristan interposed, "if she whom I love better than life is lost to me?" The monk turned to him laying his hand upon his shoulder. "You have been miraculously delivered from the very jaws of death. You will save the woman you love from dishonor and shame." Odo pondered for a pace then he continued: "There is one in Rome--who is encompassing your destruction. The foul crime in the Lateran of which you were the victim is but another proof of the schemes of the Godless, who have desecrated the churches of Christ for their hellish purposes. We must find their devil's chapel, hidden somewhere beneath the soil of Rome. None shall escape." "How will you bring this about, Father?" Tristan queried despairingly. "The soldiers of the Church have not been bribed," Odo replied. "Listen, my son, and do you as I direct. On to-morrow's eve Theodora gives one of her splendid feasts. Go you disguised. Watch--but speak not. Listen--but answer not. Who knows but that you may receive tidings of your lost one? As for myself, I shall seek one whose crimes lie heavily upon him, one who trembles with the fear of death, at whose door he lies--Il Gobbo--the bravo. His master has dealt him a mortal wound to remove the last witness of his crimes. Come to me on the second day at dusk."