And it shall be doubly consecrated by a sacrafice of blood! Proud fool, your mockery has sealed your fate. I needed only this, and springing fiercely upon him, he seized him by the breast with one hand, and, glancing in the moon while he brandished it in the air, his glittering huntingknife descended like lightning into the bosom of his victim. The warm blood spouted into the face of the fratricide, and bathed his hand in gore.