ABSTRACT
This chapter reproduces the text from Chapter VI of Ada Reis, Volume III. Condulmar seemed to regard Fiormonda with a smile of scorn. In truth, he hated and despised her, and had the misery of feeling she could never die; turning, therefore, from her with disdain, he descended from the throne, and approached the banquet, making sign for every one to be seated. Ada Reis had been waiting some time for a word of notice. As upon a stormy night the shrieking wind sounds mournfully as it passes over the forests, and shakes with its violence some old battlement, so one fearful cry of wailing and despair burst from the assembled guests, and made the galleries and halls tremble with the sound.
