

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.