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Cath. Then let me fetch a cloak to keep thee warm, For chilly blows the breeze.

Or.Do as thou wilt. [ Cath.

Out. (in a low voice.) Lady!—the Lady Orra!

Or. (starting.)Heaven protect me! Sounds it beneath my feet, in earth or air?

(He comes forward.) Welcome is aught that wears a human face. Did'st thou not hear a sound?

Out.What sound, an't please you?

Or. A voice which call'd me now: it spoke, methought. In a low, hollow tone, suppress'd and low, Unlike a human voice.

Out. It was my own.

Or. What would'st thou have?

Out.Here is a letter, Lady.

Or. Who sent thee hither?

Out.It will tell thee all. (Gives a letter.) I must be gone, your chieftain is at hand. [.

Or. Comes it from Falkenstein? It is his seal. I may not read it here. I'll to my chamber.