The monastery; The abbot.

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order which was to determine the fate of the prisoner, a sudden noise at
the entrance of the tower diverted his attention for an instant, and, his
cheek and brow inflamed with all the glow of heat and determination,
Edward Glendinning rushed into the room.
Then in my gown of sober gray
Along the mountain path I'll wander,
And wind my solitary TYy
To the sad shrine that courts me yonder.
There, in the calm monastic shade,
All injuries may be forgiven;
And there for thee, obdurate maid,
My orisons shall rise to heaven.
THE CRUEL LADY OF THE MOUNTAINS.
THE first words which Edward uttered were,-" My brother is safe, reverend father-he is safe, thank God, and lives! -There is not in Corri-nanshian a grave, nor a vestige of a grave. The turf around the fountain has
neither been disturbed by pick-axe, spade, nor mattock, since the deer'shair first sprang there. He lives as surely as I live 1"
The earnestness of the youth -the vivacity with which he looked and
moved the springy step, outstretched hand, and ardent eye, reminded
Henry Warden of Halbert, so lately his guide. The brothers had indeed a
strong family resemblance, though Halbert was far more athletic and active
in his person, taller and better knit in the limbs, and though Edward had,
on ordinary occasions, a look of more habitual acuteness and more profound reflection. The preacher was interested as well as the Sub-Prior.
"Of whom do you speak, my son?" lie said, in a tone as unconcerned as
if his own fate had not been at the same instant trembling in the balance,
and as if a dungeon and deathf did not appear to be his instant doom-" Of
whom, I say, speak you? If of a youth somewhat older than you seem to
be —brown-haired, open-featured, taller and stronger than you appear, yet
having much of the same air and of the same tone of voice-if such a one
is the brother whom you seek, it may be I can tell you news of him."
" Speak n, then, for eaven's sake," said Edward "life or death lies on
thy tongue!"
The Sub-Prior joined eagerly in the same request, and, without waiting to
be urged, the preacher gave so minute an account of the circumstances under
which he met the elder Glendinning, with so exact a description of his person, that there remained no doubt as to his identity. When he mentioned
that HIalbert Glendinning had conducted him to a dell in which they found
the grass bloody, and a grave newly closed, and told how the youth accused
himself of the slaughter of Sir Piercie Shafton, the Sub-Prior looked on
Edward with astonishment.
" Didst thou not say, even now," he said, "that there was no vestige of a
grave in that spot?"
"No more vestige of the earth having been removed than if the turf had,
grown there since the days of Adam," replied Edward Glendinning. "It is
true," he added, "that the adjacent grass was trampled and bloody."
"These are delusions of the Enemy," said the Sub-Prior, crossing himself. -" Christian men may no longer doubt of it."
"But an it be so," said Warden, "Christian men might better guard