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"
Ulrica
,
"
said
Cedric
,
"
with
a
heart
which
still
,
I
fear
,
regrets
the
lost
reward
of
thy
crimes
,
as
much
as
the
deeds
by
which
thou
didst
acquire
that
meed
,
how
didst
thou
dare
to
address
thee
to
one
who
wears
this
robe
?
Consider
,
unhappy
woman
,
what
could
the
sainted
Edward
himself
do
for
thee
,
were
he
here
in
bodily
presence
?
The
royal
Confessor
was
endowed
by
heaven
with
power
to
cleanse
the
ulcers
of
the
body
,
but
only
God
himself
can
cure
the
leprosy
of
the
soul
.
"
"
Yet
,
turn
not
from
me
,
stern
prophet
of
wrath
,
"
she
exclaimed
,
"
but
tell
me
,
if
thou
canst
,
in
what
shall
terminate
these
new
and
awful
feelings
that
burst
on
my
solitude
--
Why
do
deeds
,
long
since
done
,
rise
before
me
in
new
and
irresistible
horrors
?
What
fate
is
prepared
beyond
the
grave
for
her
,
to
whom
God
has
assigned
on
earth
a
lot
of
such
unspeakable
wretchedness
?
Better
had
I
turn
to
Woden
,
Hertha
,
and
Zernebock
--
to
Mista
,
and
to
Skogula
,
the
gods
of
our
yet
unbaptized
ancestors
,
than
endure
the
dreadful
anticipations
which
have
of
late
haunted
my
waking
and
my
sleeping
hours
!
"
"
I
am
no
priest
,
"
said
Cedric
,
turning
with
disgust
from
this
miserable
picture
of
guilt
,
wretchedness
,
and
despair
;
"
I
am
no
priest
,
though
I
wear
a
priest
's
garment
.
"
"
Priest
or
layman
,
"
answered
Ulrica
,
"
thou
art
the
first
I
have
seen
for
twenty
years
,
by
whom
God
was
feared
or
man
regarded
;
and
dost
thou
bid
me
despair
?
"
"
I
bid
thee
repent
,
"
said
Cedric
.
"
Seek
to
prayer
and
penance
,
and
mayest
thou
find
acceptance
!
But
I
can
not
,
I
will
not
,
longer
abide
with
thee
.
"
"
Stay
yet
a
moment
!
"
said
Ulrica
;
"
leave
me
not
now
,
son
of
my
father
's
friend
,
lest
the
demon
who
has
governed
my
life
should
tempt
me
to
avenge
myself
of
thy
hard-hearted
scorn
--
Thinkest
thou
,
if
Front-de-Boeuf
found
Cedric
the
Saxon
in
his
castle
,
in
such
a
disguise
,
that
thy
life
would
be
a
long
one
?
--
Already
his
eye
has
been
upon
thee
like
a
falcon
on
his
prey
.
"
"
And
be
it
so
,
"
said
Cedric
;
"
and
let
him
tear
me
with
beak
and
talons
,
ere
my
tongue
say
one
word
which
my
heart
doth
not
warrant
.
I
will
die
a
Saxon
--
true
in
word
,
open
in
deed
--
I
bid
thee
avaunt
!
--
touch
me
not
,
stay
me
not
!
--
The
sight
of
Front-de-Boeuf
himself
is
less
odious
to
me
than
thou
,
degraded
and
degenerate
as
thou
art
.
"
"
Be
it
so
,
"
said
Ulrica
,
no
longer
interrupting
him
;
"
go
thy
way
,
and
forget
,
in
the
insolence
of
thy
superority
,
that
the
wretch
before
thee
is
the
daughter
of
thy
father
's
friend
.
--
Go
thy
way
--
if
I
am
separated
from
mankind
by
my
sufferings
--
separated
from
those
whose
aid
I
might
most
justly
expect
--
not
less
will
I
be
separated
from
them
in
my
revenge
!
--
No
man
shall
aid
me
,
but
the
ears
of
all
men
shall
tingle
to
hear
of
the
deed
which
I
shall
dare
to
do
!
--
Farewell
!
--
thy
scorn
has
burst
the
last
tie
which
seemed
yet
to
unite
me
to
my
kind
--
a
thought
that
my
woes
might
claim
the
compassion
of
my
people
.
"
"
Ulrica
,
"
said
Cedric
,
softened
by
this
appeal
,
"
hast
thou
borne
up
and
endured
to
live
through
so
much
guilt
and
so
much
misery
,
and
wilt
thou
now
yield
to
despair
when
thine
eyes
are
opened
to
thy
crimes
,
and
when
repentance
were
thy
fitter
occupation
?
"
"
Cedric
,
"
answered
Ulrica
,
"
thou
little
knowest
the
human
heart
.
