ABSTRACT
This chapter reproduces the text from Chapter V of Ada Reis, Volume III. Fiormonda and Condulmar were seated in awful majesty upon thrones, adorned with every badge of royalty. Despair was pictured upon Fiormonda’s countenance; malice and cruelty distorted the beautiful expression of Condulmar’s. Ada Reis paused to contemplate this unexpected scene. It is true, Fiormonda wore an imperial diadem, but it appeared to weigh upon and oppress her. She was pale, as is the first hue of death, but, like it, calm, and still lovely. Ada Reis advanced, but he could not approach Fiormonda. She only looked upon him with mournful, reproachful silence; her eyes gazing as the eyes of one in stupor, but half-conscious of what they see.
