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[A wood. Norna's cave among the rocks. Enter Louis masked.]

Louis. Yes; 'tis the spot. How dark and still! She is not here. Ho, Norna, mighty sorceress! I seek thy aid.

Norna [rising from the cave]. I am here.

Louis. I seek thee, Norna, to learn tidings of one most dear to me. Dost thou know aught of Count Rodolpho's wife? A strange tale hath reached me that not many nights ago she disappeared, and none know whither she hath gone. Oh, tell me, is this true?

Norna. It is most true.

Louis. And canst thou tell me whither she hath gone? I will reward thee well.

Norna. I can. She lies within her tomb, in the chapel of the castle.

Louis. Dead!—it cannot be! They told me she had fled away with some young lord who had won her love. Was it not true?

Norna. It is false as the villain's heart who framed the tale. I bore the murdered lady to her tomb, and laid her there.

Louis. Murdered? How? When? By whom? Oh, tell me I beseech thee!

Norna. Her husband's cruel hand took the life he had made a burden. I heard him swear it ere he dealt the blow.

Louis. Wherefore did he kill her? Oh, answer quickly or I shall go mad with grief and hate.

Norna. I can tell thee little. From my hiding-place I heard her vow never to confess whose dagger had been found in her apartment, and her jealous lord, in his wild anger, murdered her.

Louis. 'Twas mine. Would it had been sheathed in mine own breast ere it had caused so dark a deed! Ah, Theresa, why did I leave thee to a fate like this?

Norna. Young man, grieve not; it is too late to save, but there is left to thee a better thing than grief.

Louis. Oh, what?

Norna. Revenge!

Louis. Thou art right. I'll weep no more. Give me thine aid, O mighty wizard, and I will serve thee well.

Norna. Who art thou? The poor lady's lover?

Louis. Ah, no; far nearer and far deeper was the love I bore her, for I am her brother.

Norna. Ha, that's well! Thou wilt join me, for I have made a vow to rest not till that proud, sinful lord hath well atoned for this deep crime. Spirits shall haunt him, and the darkest phantoms that my art can raise shall scare his soul. Wilt thou join me in my work?

Louis. I will,—but stay! thou hast spoken of spirits. Dread sorceress, is it in thy power to call them up?

Norna. It is. Wilt see my skill. Stand back while I call up a phantom which thou canst not doubt.

[Louis retires within the cave. Norna weaves a spell above her caldron.

Norna. O spirit, from thy quiet tomb,

I bid thee hither through the gloom,

In winding-sheet, with bloody brow,

Rise up and hear our solemn vow.

I bid thee, with my magic power,

Tell the dark secret of that hour

When cruel hands, with blood and strife,

Closed the sad dream of thy young life.

Hither—appear before our eyes.

Pale spirit, I command thee rise.

[Spirit of Theresa rises.

Shadowy spirit, I charge thee well,

By my mystic art's most potent spell,

To haunt throughout his sinful life,

The mortal who once called thee wife.

At midnight hour glide round his bed,

And lay thy pale hand on his head.

Whisper wild words in his sleeping ear,

And chill his heart with a deadly fear.

Rise at his side in his gayest hour,

And his guilty soul shall feel thy power.

Stand thou before him in day and night,

And cast o'er his life a darksome blight;

For with all his power and sin and pride,

He shall ne'er forget his murdered bride.

Pale, shadowy form, wilt thou obey?

[The spirit bows its head.

To thy ghostly work away—away!

[The spirit vanishes.

The spell is o'er, the vow is won,

And, sinful heart, thy curse begun.

[Re-enter Louis.

Louis. 'Tis enough! I own thy power, and by the spirit of my murdered sister I have looked upon, I swear to aid thee in thy dark work.

Norna. 'Tis well; and I will use my power to guard thee from the danger that surrounds thee. And now, farewell. Remember,—thou hast sworn.

[Exit Louis.

CURTAIN.