Phroso

The stricken man opened his eyes, his lips moved, and he groaned, "Constantine! You, Constantine!" The old woman's eyes met mine for a moment and fell to the ground again. "Why, why, Constantine?" moaned the wounded man. "I had yielded, I had yielded, Constantine. I would have sent them --" His words ceased, his eyes closed, his lips met again, but met only to part. A moment later his jaw dropped. The old lord of Neopalia was dead.