The Death of a King

The king was found, and editha, the handmaiden, too, made her find presently. Never did silenter courtiers than we six sit at a monarch's feet until the day should break. And then up to the clear, black vault of heaven there went such a clear, piercing shriek as hushed even the very midnight sorrows of the battle field itself. There over the dead prince's feet, their left hands, still clasping each other as when they had died, were her father and her two stalwart brothers. Turn back the pages of history and you will see that she had her wish.