"This accords with thy fellow's story, Tressilian," said the Earl; "call him hither."
On being summoned to the Earl's presence, Wayland Smith told his former tale with firmness and consistency.
"It may be," said the Earl, "thou art sent by those who have begun this work, to end it for them; but bethink, if I miscarry under thy medicine, it may go hard with thee."
"That were severe measure," said Wayland, "since the issue of medicine, and the end of life, are in God's disposal. But I will stand the risk. I have not lived so long under ground to be afraid of a grave."
"Nay, if thou be'st so confident," said the Earl of Sussex, "I will take the risk too, for the learned can do nothing for me. Tell me how this medicine is to be taken."
"That will I do presently," said Wayland; "but allow me to condition that, since I incur all the risk of this treatment, no other physician shall be permitted to interfere with it."
"That is but fair," replied the Earl; "and now prepare your drug."
While Wayland obeyed the Earl's commands, his servants, by the artist's direction, undressed their master, and placed him in bed.
"I warn you," he said, "that the first operation of this medicine will be to produce a heavy sleep, during which time the chamber must be kept undisturbed, as the consequences may otherwise he
