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"
One
may
not
call
the
dead
.
"
"
Dead
?
"
Miles
's
voice
was
subdued
,
and
his
lips
trembled
.
"
My
father
dead
!
--
oh
,
this
is
heavy
news
.
Half
my
new
joy
is
withered
now
.
Prithee
let
me
see
my
brother
Arthur
--
he
will
know
me
;
he
will
know
me
and
console
me
.
"
"
He
,
also
,
is
dead
.
"
"
God
be
merciful
to
me
,
a
stricken
man
!
Gone
,
--
both
gone
--
the
worthy
taken
and
the
worthless
spared
,
in
me
!
Ah
!
I
crave
your
mercy
!
--
do
not
say
the
Lady
Edith
--
"
"
Is
dead
?
No
,
she
lives
.
"
Then
,
God
be
praised
,
my
joy
is
whole
again
!
Speed
thee
,
brother
--
let
her
come
to
me
!
An
'
she
say
I
am
not
myself
--
but
she
will
not
;
no
,
no
,
she
will
know
me
,
I
were
a
fool
to
doubt
it
.
Bring
her
--
bring
the
old
servants
;
they
,
too
,
will
know
me
.
"
"
All
are
gone
but
five
--
Peter
,
Halsey
,
David
,
Bernard
,
and
Margaret
.
"
So
saying
,
Hugh
left
the
room
.
Miles
stood
musing
a
while
,
then
began
to
walk
the
floor
,
muttering
--
"
The
five
arch-villains
have
survived
the
two-and-twenty
leal
and
honest
--
'
tis
an
odd
thing
.
"
He
continued
walking
back
and
forth
,
muttering
to
himself
;
he
had
forgotten
the
King
entirely
.
By-and-by
his
Majesty
said
gravely
,
and
with
a
touch
of
genuine
compassion
,
though
the
words
themselves
were
capable
of
being
interpreted
ironically
--
