"Fetch some water," said Theodore, "and pour it down his throat,
while I hasten to the Princess."

Saying this, he flew to Isabella, and in few words told her
modestly that he had been so unfortunate by mistake as to wound a
gentleman from her father's court, who wished, ere he died, to
impart something of consequence to her.

The Princess, who had been transported at hearing the voice of
Theodore, as he called to her to come forth, was astonished at what
she heard. Suffering herself to be conducted by Theodore, the new
proof of whose valour recalled her dispersed spirits, she came
where the bleeding Knight lay speechless on the ground. But her
fears returned when she beheld the domestics of Manfred. She would
again have fled if Theodore had not made her observe that they were
unarmed, and had not threatened them with instant death if they
should dare to seize the Princess.

The stranger, opening his eyes, and beholding a woman, said, "Art
thou--pray tell me truly--art thou Isabella of Vicenza?"

"I am," said she: "good heaven restore thee!"

"Then thou--then thou"--said the Knight, struggling for utterance-
-"seest--thy father. Give me one--"

"Oh! amazement! horror! what do I hear! what do I see!" cried
Isabella. "My father! You my father! How came you here, Sir?
For heaven's sake, speak! Oh! run for help, or he will expire!"