THE SIX CASTLE CHAMBERS
as he looked at them. They were old—so old that the man's shrivelled hands were like those of a skeleton; his giant frame seemed about to totter into ruin, his eyes were sunken until his face gave the horror of a death mask. Was it possible that these people were the father and mother of Marion—and of Neil? As he stepped to the threshold they timidly drew back from him. In a single glance Nathaniel swept the room and what he saw thrilled him, for everywhere were signs of Marion; in the pictures on the walls, the snowy curtains, the cushions in the window-seat—and the huge vase of lilacs on the mantle.
"I am a messenger of the king," he said, advancing and closing the door behind him. "I want to speak with Marion."
"Strang—the king!" cried the old man, clutching the knob of his cane with both hands. "She has gone!"
"Gone!" exclaimed Nathaniel. For an instant his heart bounded with delight. Marion
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