For us, it is time that we depart--the king is
impatient of delay.'
As they led her roughly from the house, Goisvintha shuddered, and
attempted to pause for a moment when she passed the corpse of the Goth.
Death, that can extinguish enmities as well as sunder loves, rose awful
and appealing as she looked her last at her murdered brother, and
remembered her murdered husband. No tears flowed from her eyes, no
groans broke from her bosom; but there was a pang, a last momentary pang
of grief and pity at her heart as she murmured while they forced her
away--'Aquileia! Aquileia! have I outlived thee for this!'
The troops retired. For a few minutes silence ruled uninterruptedly
over the room where the senseless girl still lay by the side of all that
was left to her of the object of her first youthful love. But ere long
footsteps again house door, and two Goths, who had formed part of the
escort allotted to the Hun, approached the young chieftain's corpse.
Quickly and silently they raised it in their arms and bore it into the
garden.
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