turrets."

"But your lady?"

"Is inured to change.--God help her, and temper the rough wind to the
lamb!"

"Enough, Sir Knight: but should you desire a sure refuge at Rome for one
so gentle and so highborn, by the right hand of a knight, I promise a
safe roof and an honoured home to the Lady Adeline."

Montreal pressed the offered hand to his heart; then plucking his own
hastily away, drew it across his eyes, and joined Adeline, in a silence
that showed he dared not trust himself to speak. In a few moments Adrian
and his train were on the march; but still the young Colonna turned
back, to gaze once more on his wild host and that lovely lady, as
they themselves lingered on the moonlit sward, while the sea rippled
mournfully on their ears.

It was not many months after that date, that the name of Fra Monreale
scattered terror and dismay throughout the fair Campania. The right
hand of the Hungarian king, in his invasion of Naples, he was chosen
afterwards vicar (or vice-gerent) of Louis in Aversa; and fame and fate
seemed to lead him triumphantly along that ambitious career which he had
elected, whether bounded by the scaffold or the throne.




BOOK IV. THE TRIUMPH AND THE POMP.