After a moment, he heard the sound of the withdrawing bolts, and his heart beat fast.Surely, his half-hour had not already expired; and if it had, would she be the person to conduct him to death? The door opened; a puff of wind extinguished his candle, but not until he had caught the glimmer of jewels, the shining of gold, and the flutter of long, black hair; and then some one came in.The door was closed; the bolts shot back! - and he was alone with Miranda, the queen.
There was no trouble about recognising her, for she carried in her hand a small lamp, which she held up between them, that its rays might fall directly on both faces.Each was rather white, perhaps, and one heart was going faster than it had ever gone before, and that one was decidedly not the queen's.She was dressed exactly as he had seen her, in purple and ermine, in jewels and gold; and strangely out of place she looked there, in her splendid dress and splendid beauty, among the black beetles and rats.Her face might have been a dead, blank wall, or cut out of cold, white stone, for all it expressed; and as she lightly held up her rich robes in one hand, and in the other bore the light, the dark, shining eyes were fixed on his face, and were as barren of interest, eagerness, compassion, tenderness, or any other feeling, as the shining, black glass ones of a wax doll.So they stood looking at each other for some ten seconds or so, and then, still looking full at him, Miranda spoke, and her voice was as clear and emotionless as her eyes"Well, Sir Norman Kingsley, I have come to see you before you die.""Madame," he stammered, scarcely knowing what he said, "you are kind.""Am I? Perhaps you forget I signed your death-warrant.""Probably it would have been at the risk of your own life to refuse?""Nothing of the kind! Not one of them would hurt a hair of my head if I refused to sign fifty death-warrants! Now, am I kind?""Very likely it would have amounted to the same thing in the end - they would kill me whether you signed it or not; so what does it matter?""You are mistaken! They would not kill you; at least, not tonight, if I had not signed it.They would have let you live until their next meeting, which will be this night week; and Iwould have incurred neither risk nor danger by refusing."Sir Norman glanced round the dungeon and shrugged his shoulders.
"I do not know that that prospect is much more inviting than the present one.Even death is preferable to a week's imprisonment in a place like this.""But in the meantime you might have escaped.""Madame, look at this stone floor, that stone roof, these solid walls, that barred and massive door; reflect that I am some forty feet under ground - cannot perform impossibilities, and then ask yourself how?""Sir Norman, have you ever heard of good fairies visiting brave knights and setting them free?"Sir Norman smiled.
"I am afraid the good fairies and brave knights went the way of all flesh with King Arthur's round table; and even if they were in existence, none of them would take the trouble to limp down so far to save such an unlucky dog as I.""Then you forgive me for what I have done?""Your majesty, I have nothing to forgive.""Bah!" she said, scornfully."Do not mock me here.My majesty, forsooth! you have but fifteen minutes to live in this world, Sir Norman; and if you have no better way of spending them, I will tell you a strange story - my own, and all about this place.""Madame, there is nothing in the world I would like so much to hear.""You shall hear it, then, and it may beguile the last slow moments of time before you go out into eternity."She set her lamp down on the floor among the rats and beetles, and stood watching the small, red flame a moment with a gloomy, downcast eye; and Sir Norman, gazing on the beautiful darkening face, so like and yet so unlike Leoline, stood eagerly awaiting what was to come.
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Meantime, the half-hour sped.In the crimson court the last trial was over, and Lady Castlemaine, a slender little beauty of eighteen stood condemned to die.
"Now for our other prisoner!" exclaimed the dwarf with sprightly animation; "and while I go to the cell, you, fair ladies, and you my lord, will seek the black chamber and await our coming there."Ordering one of his attendants to precede him with a light, the dwarf skipped jauntily away, to gloat over his victim.He reached the dungeon door, which the guards, with some trepidation in their countenance, as they thought of what his highness would say when he found her majesty locked in with the prisoner, threw open.
"Come forth, Sir Norman Kingsley!" shouted the dwarf, rushing in.
"Come forth and meet your doom!"
But no Sir Norman Kingsley obeyed the pleasant invitation, and a dull echo from the darkness alone answered him.There was a lamp burning on the floor, and near it lay a form, shining and specked with white in the gloom.He made for it between fear and fury, but there was something red and slippery on the ground, in which his foot slipped, and he fell.Simultaneously there was a wild cry from the two guards and the attendant, that was echoed by a perfect screech of rage from the dwarf, as on looking down he beheld Queen Miranda lying on the floor in the pool of blood, and apparently quite dead, and Sir Norman Kingsley gone.
