ple yellow mantle。 There she sat upon a stone； tearing her black dishevelled hair； and every now and then throwing up her head； and bursting into a long mournful cry； 〃for all the world；〃 as Yeo said； 〃like a dumb four… footed hound； and not a Christian soul。〃
On her knees lay the head of a man of middle age； in the long soutane of a Romish priest。 One look at the attitude of his limbs told them that he was dead。
The two paused in awe； and Raleigh's spirit； susceptible of all poetical images； felt keenly that strange scene；the bleak and bitter sky； the shapeless bog； the stunted trees； the savage girl alone with the corpse in that utter desolation。 And as she bent her head over the still face； and called wildly to him who heard her not； and then； utterly unmindful of the intruders； sent up again that dreary wail into the dreary air； they felt a sacred horror； which almost made them turn away； and leave her unquestioned： but Yeo； whose nerves were of tougher fibre； asked quietly
〃Shall I go and search the fellow； captain？〃
〃Better； I think；〃 said Amyas。
Raleigh went gently to the girl； and spoke to her in English。 She looked up at him； his armor and his plume； with wide and wondering eyes； and then shook her head； and returned to her lamentation。
Raleigh gently laid his hand on her arm； and lifted her up； while Yeo and Amyas bent over the corpse。
It was the body of a large and coarse…featured man； but wasted and shrunk as if by famine to a very skeleton。 The hands and legs were cramped up； and the trunk bowed together； as if the man had died of cold or famine。 Yeo drew back the clothes from the thin bosom； while the girl screamed and wept； but made no effort to stop him。
〃Ask her who it is？ Yeo； you know a little Irish；〃 said Amyas。
He asked； but the girl made no answer。 〃The stubborn jade won't tell； of course； sir。 If she were but a man； I'd make her soon enough。〃
〃Ask her who killed him？〃
〃No one； she says； and I believe she says true； for I can find no wound。 The man has been starved； sirs； as I am a sinful man。 God help him； though he is a priest； and yet he seems full enough down below。 What's here？ A big pouch； sirs； stuffed full of somewhat。〃
〃Hand it hither。〃
The two opened the pouch； papers； papers； but no scrap of food。 Then a parchment。 They unrolled it。
〃Latin；〃 said Amyas； 〃you must construe； Don Scholar。〃
〃Is it possible？〃 said Raleigh； after reading a moment。 〃This is indeed a prize！ This is Saunders himself！〃
Yeo sprang up from the body as if he had touched an adder。 〃Nick Saunders； the Legacy； sir？〃
〃Nicholas Saunders； the legate。〃
〃The villain！ why did not he wait for me to have the comfort of killing him？ Dog！〃 and he kicked the corpse with his foot。
〃Quiet！ quiet！ Remember the poor girl；〃 said Amyas； as she shrieked at the profanation； while Raleigh went on； half to himself：
〃Yes； this is Saunders。 Misguided fool； and this is the end！ To this thou hast come with thy plotting and thy conspiring； thy lying and thy boasting； consecrated banners and Pope's bulls； Agnus Deis and holy waters； the blessing of all saints and angels； and thy Lady of the Immaculate Conception！ Thou hast called on the heavens to judge between thee and us； and here is their answer！ What is that in his hand； Amyas？ Give it me。 A pastoral epistle to the Earl of Ormond； and all nobles of the realm of Ireland； 'To all who groan beneath the loathsome tyranny of an illegitimate adulteress； etc。； Nicholas Saunders； by the grace of God； Legate； etc。' Bah！ and this forsooth was thy last meditation！ Incorrigible pedant！ Victrix causa Diis placuit； sed victa Catoni！〃
He ran his eye through various other documents； written in the usual strain： full of huge promises from the Pope and the king of Spain； frantic and filthy slanders against Elizabeth； Burghley； Leicester； Essex （the elder）； Sidney； and every great and good man （never mind of which party） who then upheld the commonweal； bombastic attempts to terrify weak consciences； by denouncing endless fire against those who opposed the true faith； fulsome ascriptions of martyrdom and sanctity to every rebel and traitor who had been hanged for the last twenty years； wearisome arguments about the bull In Caena Domini； Elizabeth's excommunication； the nullity of English law； the sacred duty of rebellion； the right to kill a prince impenitently heretical； and the like insanities and villainies； which may be read at large in Camden； the Phoenix Britannicus； Fox's Martyrs； or； surest of all； in the writings of the worthies themselves。
With a gesture of disgust； Raleigh crammed the foul stuff back again into the pouch。 Taking it with them； they walked back to the company； and then remounting； marched away once more towards the lands of the Desmonds； and the girl was left alone with the dead。
An hour had passed； when another Englishman was standing by the wailing girl； and round him a dozen shockheaded kernes； skene on thigh and javelin in hand； were tossing about their tawny rags； and adding their lamentations to those of the lonely watcher。
The Englishman was Eustace Leigh； a layman still； but still at his old work。 By two years of intrigue and labor from one end of Ireland to the other； he had been trying to satisfy his conscience for rejecting 〃the higher calling〃 of the celibate； for mad hopes still lurked within that fiery heart。 His brow was wrinkled now； his features harshened； the scar upon his face； and the slight distortion which accompanied it； was hidden by a bushy beard from all but himself； and he never forgot it for a day； nor forgot who had given it to him。
He had been with Desmond； wandering in moor and moss for many a month in danger of his life； and now he was on his way to James Fitz…Eustace； Lord Baltinglas； to bring him the news of Desmond's death； and with him a remnant of the clan； who were either too stout…hearted； or too desperately stained with crime； to seek peace from the English； and； as their fellows did； find it at once and freely。
There Eustace stood； looking down on all that was left of the most sacred personage of Ireland； the man who； as he once had hoped； was to regenerate his native land； and bring the proud island of the West once more beneath that gentle yoke； in which united Christendom labored for the commonweal of the universal Church。 There he was； and with him all Eustace's dreams； in the very heart of that country which he had vowed； and believed as he vowed； was ready to rise in arms as one man； even to the baby at the breast （so he had said）； in vengeance against the Saxon heretic； and sweep the hated name of Englishman into the deepest abysses of the surge which walled her coasts； with Spain and the Pope to back him； and the wealth of the Jesuits at his command； in the midst of faithful Catholics； valiant soldiers； noblemen who had pledged themselves to die for the cause； serfs who worshipped him as a demigodstarved to death in a bog！ It was a pretty plain verdict on the reasonableness of his expectations； but not to Eustace Leigh。
It was a failure； of course； but it was an accident； indeed； to have been expected； in a wicked world whose prince and master； as all knew； was the devil himself； indeed； proof of the righteousness of the causefor when had the true faith been other than persecuted and trampled under foot？ If one came to think of it with eyes purified from the tears of carnal impatience； what was it but a glorious martyrdom？
〃Blest Saunders！〃 murmured Eustace Leigh； 〃let me die the death of the righteous； and let my last end he like this！ Ora pro me； most excellent martyr； while I dig thy grave upon this lonely moor； to wait there for thy translation to one of those stately shrines； which； cemented by the blood of such as thee； shall hereafter rise restored toward heaven； to make this land once more 'The Isle of Saints。'〃
The corpse was buried； a few prayers said hastily； and Eustace Leigh was away again； not now to find Baltinglas； for it was more than his life was worth。 The girl had told him of the English soldiers who had passed； and he knew that they would reach the earl probably before he did。 The game was up； all was lost。 So he retraced his steps； as a desperate resource； to the last place where he would be looked for； and after a month of disguising； hiding； and other expedients； found himself again in his native county of Devon； while Fitz…Eustace Viscount Baltinglas had taken ship for Spain； having got little by his famous argument to Ormond in behalf of his joining the Church of Rome； 〃Had not thine ancestor； blessed Thomas of Canterbury； died for the Church of Rome； thou hadst never been Earl of Ormond。〃 The premises were certainly sounder than those of his party were wont to be； for it was to expiate the murder of that turbulent hero that the Ormond lands had been granted by Henry II。： but as for the conclusion therefrom； it was much on a par with the rest。
And now let us return to Raleigh and Amyas； as they jog along their weary road。 They have many things to talk of； for it is but three days since they met。
Amyas； as you see； is coming fast into Raleigh's old opinion of Ireland。 Raleigh； under the inspiration of a possible grant of Desmond's lands； looks on bogs and rocks transfigured by his own hopes and fancy； as if by the glory of a rainbow。 He looked at all things so； noble fellow； even thirty years after； when old； worn out； and ruined； well for him had it been otherwise； and his heart had grown old with his head！ Amyas； who knows nothing about Desmond's lands； is puzzled at the change。
〃Why； what is this； Raleigh？ You are like children sitting in the market…place； and nothing pleases you。 You wanted to get to Court； and you have got there； and are lord and master； I hear； or something very like it； alreadyand as soon as fortune stuffs your mouth full of sweet…meats； do you turn informer on her？〃
Raleigh laughed insignificantly； but was silent。
〃And how is your friend Mr。 Secretary Spenser； who was with us at Smerwick？〃
〃Spenser？ He has thriven even as I have； and he has found； as I have； that in making one friend at Court you make ten foes； but 'Oderint dum metuant' is no more my motto than his；