and pardoned; I took the worse, and there lies the clay of mine enemy.

Pray for me."

And he wrung him by the hand.

"Sir," said Richard, "I will pray for you, indeed; though how I may

prevail I wot not. But if ye have so long pursued revenge, and find it

now of such a sorry flavour, bethink ye, were it not well to pardon

others? Hatch--he is dead, poor shrew! I would have spared a better;

and for Sir Daniel, here lies his body. But for the priest, if I might

anywise prevail, I would have you let him go."

A flash came into the eyes of Ellis Duckworth.

"Nay," he said, "the devil is still strong within me. But be at rest;

the Black Arrow flieth nevermore--the fellowship is broken. They that

still live shall come to their quiet and ripe end, in Heaven's good time,

for me; and for yourself, go where your better fortune calls you, and

think no more of Ellis."

The Black Arrow