.'

'Oh my God! that is hard!' sighed Mac Donalbain.

'That is heart-breaking mercy,' dryly observed the humorous brigand,
'which compels us, who were never fond of labor, again to begin to move
our bones like patient asses day after day, until happily relieved by
death. However, something is always better than nothing, and we are
duly grateful.'

Meanwhile Christine had fallen upon her knees in silent thanksgiving to
God. She quickly arose however, and quietly asked the judge, 'what is
the decision with regard to myself!'

'As was foreseen,' he answered. 'You are pronounced free from all guilt
and punishment, and you are left at liberty to dissolve your marriage
with the prisoner.'

'What a good thing it is to have a royal counsellor for one's uncle!'
cried Christine, with derisive scorn.

'You can leave this place and go wherever you please without delay or
hindrance. Yet you are expected at Gyllensten, and your noble kinsman
is present to accompany you there.'

'That means, that I am to be separated from my husband by persuasion or
force!' said Christine with intense anxiety, while a sudden resolution
seemed all at once to re-animate her soul. 'You then are my master,
Arwed,' she at length said to him. 'Against that I have no complaint to
make. You will not be an unkind one, and therefore I confidently expect
from you a compliance with my request. Allow me to accompany my husband
to his place of destination.'

'Your father expects you to-day,' said Arwed impatiently; 'and I must
not comply with your request.'

'Dear Arwed,' said she, hanging affectionately upon him, 'let me at
least take a final leave of the wretched man before he parts forever
from the blessed light of day. Then will I follow you to Gyllensten, or
where else you please, patiently, as a lamb follows its mother. Do not
this time say no. It is the last request I shall ever make of you.'

'So all-powerful is the magic of this singular being,' said Arwed to
the judge, 'that she compels me to consent to what I ought to refuse.
Yours is a sad case, Christine; you might have prepared an earthly
heaven for some worthy man, through your love.'

'That she might!' cried Mac Donalbain, agonized with sorrow and
repentance, 'that she might, had she not thrown away her love upon me.
She is a cheerful sun which has lavished its rays upon a desert waste,
full of monsters, instead of ripening wholesome fruits for the
nourishment of men.'

'You say yes?