hen carousing in his father's
halls--happier than when proudly embracing his darling child--happier
than when engaged in avenging his brother--happier than when exulting in
the victories of Rodolph! And Henry, too, shared in this blessed change
wrought by his sister's prayers. Each heart was too full for speech;
words would have fallen meaningless and cold.

At this eloquent moment, a man, exhausted with running, and greatly
agitated, abruptly entered the cottage. He checked himself, however, and
stood as if petrified at the sight of the group before him. Father
Omehr, who rightly judged that his rude intrusion must have been caused
by no ordinary occurrence, rose, and in a whisper commanded him to
explain himself.

"Bertha seems adying!" said the man.

"Where is she?" asked the priest.

"About a mile from here--I will take you there." The Baron of Stramen
seemed not to listen, for he sat motionless; but his son manifested much
interest.

"Shall I go with you?" he said to the missionary.

"No, my child, remain with your father."

Albert de Hers had started up at the peasant's announcement, and
followed Father Omehr out of the apartment.

"Permit me," he said, "to accompany you; I feel that the call is
intended for me too. This ring," he continued, holding up his finger,
"was given me in my youth by Rodolph of Suabia; in a moment of folly and
sin, I parted with it. After an interval of more than twenty years, it
was restored to Rodolph by this Bertha, without a word of explanation.
He gave it to me the night before his death"--here the baron paused an
instant--"and informed me how and from whom he had received it. I
resolved to seek out the woman on my return; for if she be the Bertha to
whom I gave this ring, even in her madness she may throw light upon an
event hitherto involved in mystery."

"You mean the death of Sir Sandrit's brother?"

"Yes."

"I see no reason to oppose your wish," said the missionary; "perhaps the
mercy of God may choose to reveal what we vainly have endeavored to
discover."

It was not known how Bertha had escaped from the castle on the fatal
night when it was fired and its inmates put to the sword. Her insanity
might have shielded her; or she might have availed herself of the
confusion and darkness to elude observation, or extricated herself by
some secret passage. A peasant thought he had seen her, by moonlight,
walking along the moat of the castle, some days after the hostile a