"What! captured Catesby! Kneel down my faithful subject. What is thy name?" "Moichael O'Brien, yer Majesty." The King drew forth his sword and laid it upon the mighty shoulder. "Arise, Sir Michael O'Brien." Still did not Michael stand; but merely raised his head and stared in bewilderment at the King. "Come, Sir Michael, let me be the first to congratulate thee on thy distinction," said I, as I grasped his hand and raised him to his feet. He could not speak, but looked his surprise and thanks more eloquently than could have been expressed by a whole volume of words. When we reached the Sanctuary I informed the old hag that I had been too late to save Catesby. How she howled and chattered like a mad creature, and Hazel, like the dear forgiving angel that she hath ever been, comforted this old woman with soft, soothing words, and at last succeeded in quieting her. The old woman was then led off to another room, and since that day I never have beheld her. And for this I am thankful; for I could not look upon her without mixed emotions of hate and sympathy struggling within my heart. The next morning the dead tyrant was buried, and Frederick, Michael, and I went to Grey Friars' Church to look the last upon the one on which the result of our oath made to his brother had fallen. I touched his hand. In death he was as cold as a salamander, and 'tis like his soul was in that place where this peculiar beast best flourishes. "Richard succeeded better than I thought possible, when he drew in the ship of power," said Harleston. "But when the sailors found what kind of captain they did have to rule them they mutinied and killed their tyrant master." "His tower of crime did fall, and it crushed its builder, as thou saidst it should," said I. "Yes," replied Frederick. Then he continued in his musing way; his head bowed in thought. "We are all but dry leaves, lying upon the ground of time. The gust of life doth come along, and it hurls us some distance from the earth. On we travel for a short space; some of us sailing higher than the others. The breeze dies out, and we all do fall back to the same low level." The truth of Harleston's words was made most clear to me then, as I gazed upon the corpse of him who had been, but a short time since, a King, and now was a cold lump of earth, such as we all must be. We then went to ask the King for his permission for us to return to Westminster with the Lady Hazel. His Majesty received us in a most friendly manner, and granted us the desired permission.