show -- and his grim silence had imparted a more freezing terror to his unguessed-for apparition. Only, when he reached the door, he turned back, gazed upon the Knight of St. John's bold and undaunted face, and said, almost in a whisper, " Walter de Montreal! -- you heard the death-knell!"
THE SENTENCE OF WALTER DE MONTREAL
In silence the Captain of the Grand Company was borne to the prison of the Capitol. In the same building lodged the rivals for the government of Rome; the one occupied the prison, the other the palace. The guards forebore the ceremony of fetters, and leaving a lamp on the table, Montreal perceived he was not alone, -- his brothers had preceded him.
"We are happily met," said the Knight of St. John; "we have passed together pleasanter nights than this is likely to be."
"Can you jest, Walter?" said Arimbaldo, half- weeping. "Know you not that our doom is fixed? Death scowls upon us."
"Death!" repeated Montreal, and for the first time his countenance changed; perhaps for the first time in his life he felt the thrill and agony of fear.
"Death!" he repeated again. "Impossible! He dare not, Brettone; the soldiers, the Northmen! -- they will mutiny, they will pluck us back from the grasp of the headsman!"
"Cast from you so vain a hope," said Brettone sullenly; "the soldiers are encamped at Palestrina."