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boy for ten years old； upright and broad…chested； and growing very fast； while Carloman seemed to dwindle； stooped forward from weakness； had thin pinched features； and sallow cheeks； looking like a plant kept in the dark。
The old Baron said that hardy； healthy habits would restore the puny children； and Lothaire improved in health； and therewith in temper； but his little brother had not strength enough to bear the seasoning。 He pined and drooped more each day； and as the autumn came on； and the wind was chilly； he grew worse； and was scarcely ever off the lap of the kind Lady Astrida。 It was not a settled sickness； but he grew weaker； and wasted away。 They made up a little couch for him by the fire； with the high settle between it and the door； to keep off the draughts； and there he used patiently to lie； hour after hour； speaking feebly； or smiling and seeming pleased； when any one of those he loved approached。 He liked Father Lucas to come and say prayers with him； and he never failed to have a glad look； when his dear little Duke came to talk to him； in his cheerful voice； about his rides and his hunting and hawking adventures。 Richard's sick guest took up much of his thoughts； and he never willingly spent many hours at a distance from him； softening his step and lowering his voice； as he entered the hall； lest Carloman should be asleep。
〃Richard； is it you？〃 said the little boy； as the young figure came round the settle in the darkening twilight。
〃Yes。 How do you feel now； Carloman； are you better？〃
〃No better； thanks； dear Richard；〃 and the little wasted fingers were put into his。
〃Has the pain come again？〃
〃No； I have been lying still； musing； Richard； I shall never be better。〃
〃Oh； do not say so！ You will； indeed you will； when spring comes。〃
〃I feel as if I should die；〃 said the little boy； 〃I think I shall。 But do not grieve； Richard。 I do not feel much afraid。 You said it was happier there than here； and I know it now。〃
〃Where my blessed father is；〃 said Richard； thoughtfully。 〃But oh； Carloman； you are so young to die！〃
〃I do not want to live。 This is a fighting； hard world； full of cruel people； and it is peace there。 You are strong and brave； and will make them better； but I am weak and fearfulI could only sigh and grieve。〃
〃Oh； Carloman！ Carloman！ I cannot spare you。 I love you like my own brother。 You must not dieyou must live to see your father and mother again！〃
〃Commend me to them；〃 said Carloman。 〃I am going to my Father in heaven。 I am glad I am here； Richard； I never was so happy before。 I should have been afraid indeed to die； if Father Lucas had not taught me how my sins are pardoned。 Now； I think the Saints and Angels are waiting for me。〃
He spoke feebly； and his last words faltered into sleep。 He slept on； and when supper was brought； and the lamps were lighted； Fru Astrida thought the little face looked unusually pale and waxen； but he did not awake。 At night； they carried him to his bed； and he was roused into a half conscious state； moaning at being disturbed。 Fru Astrida would not leave him； and Father Lucas shared her watch。
At midnight； all were wakened by the slow notes； falling one by one on the ear； of the solemn passing…bell； calling them to waken； that their prayers might speed a soul on its way。 Richard and Lothaire were soon at the bedside。 Carloman lay still asleep； his hands folded on his breast； but his breath came in long gasps。 Father Lucas was praying over him； and candles were placed on each side of the bed。 All was still； the boys not daring to speak or move。 There came a longer breaththen they heard no more。 He was； indeed； gone to a happier homea truer royalty than ever had been his on earth。
Then the boys' grief burst out。 Lothaire screamed for his mother； and sobbed out that he should die toohe must go home。 Richard stood by the bed； large silent tears rolling down his cheeks； and his chest heaving with suppressed sobs。
Fru Astrida led them from the room； back to their beds。 Lothaire soon cried himself to sleep。 Richard lay awake； sorrowful； and in deep thought； while that scene in St。 Mary's； at Rouen； returned before his eyes； and though it had passed nearly two years ago； its meaning and its teaching had sunk deep into his mind； and now stood before him more completely。
〃Where shall I go； when I come to die； if I have not returned good for evil？〃 And a resolution was taken in the mind of the little Duke。
Morning came； and brought back the sense that his gentle little companion was gone from him； and Richard wept again； as if he could not be consoled； as he beheld the screened couch where the patient smile would never again greet him。 He now knew that he had loved Carloman all the more for his weakness and helplessness； but his grief was not like Lothaire's； for with the Prince's was still joined a selfish fear： his cry was still； that he should die too； if not set free； and violent weeping really made him heavy and ill。
The little corpse； embalmed and lapped in lead； was to be sent back to France； that it might rest with its forefathers in the city of Rheims； and Lothaire seemed to feel this as an additional stroke of desertion。 He was almost beside himself with despair； imploring every one； in turn； to send him home； though he well knew they were unable to do so。
CHAPTER XII
〃Sir Eric；〃 said Richard； 〃you told me there was a Parlement to be held at Falaise； between Count Bernard and the King of Denmark。 I mean to attend it。 Will you come with me； or shall Osmond go； and you remain in charge of the Prince？〃
〃How now； Lord Richard； you were not wont to love a Parlement？〃
〃I have something to say；〃 replied Richard。 The Baron made no objection； only telling his mother that the Duke was a marvellous wise child； and that he would soon be fit to take the government himself。
Lothaire lamented the more when he found that Richard was going away； his presence seemed to him a protection； and he fancied； now Carloman was dead； that his former injuries were about to be revenged。 The Duke assured him； repeatedly； that he meant him nothing but kindness； adding； 〃When I return； you will see； Lothaire；〃 then； commending him to the care and kindness of Fru Astrida； Osmond； and Alberic； Richard set forth upon his pony； attended by Sir Eric and three men…at…arms。
Richard felt sad when he looked back at Bayeux； and thought that it no longer contained his dear little friend； but it was a fresh bright frosty morning； the fields were covered with a silvery…white coating； the flakes of hoar…frost sparkled on every bush； and the hard ground rung cheerily to the tread of the horses' feet。 As the yellow sun fought his way through the grey mists that dimmed his brightness； and shone out merrily in the blue heights of the sky； Richard's spirits rose； and he laughed and shouted； as hare or rabbit rushed across the heath； or as the plover rose screaming above his head； flapping her broad wings across the wintry sky。
One night they slept at a Convent； where they heard that Hugh of Paris had passed on to join the conference at Falaise。 The next day they rode on； and； towards the afterno