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Jer. (to Osterloo.) Did you hear, my Son, what the Prior has been saying to you?

Ost. I heard words through a multitude of sounds.

Jer. It was the Prior, desiring to know if you have any wishes to fulfil, regarding worldly affairs left behind you unsettled.—Perhaps to your soldiers you may.

Ost. (interrupting him eagerly and looking wildly round.) My soldiers! are they here?

Jer. Ah, no! they are not here; they are housed for the night in their distant quarters: they will not be here till the setting of to-morrow's sun.

Ost. (groaning deeply.) To-morrow's sun!

Jer. Is there any wish you would have conveyed to them? Are there any of your officers to whom you would send a message or token of remembrance?

Ost. Ye speak again imperfectly, through many ringing sounds.

(Jer. repeats the question in a slow distinct voice.)

Ost. Aye there is: these, these I cannot hit upon these fastenings.

Jer. We'll assist you, my Son. (Undoing his cincture or girdle, &c.)

Ost. (still endeavouring to do it himself.) My sword too, and my daggers—My last remembrance to them both.