HERE FOLLOWS THE SIXTH EXTRACT FROM THE BOOK OF THE ACTS OF KEMENDIL:
Chapter 13
13.1 Now Aldred the Punchkin looked in the orb which the King had entrusted unto him; and he saw many things.
2. And he said unto the King, How can this be? For hitherto only they of the royal line of Thandor were wont to see visions in the orb.
3. And Kemendil answered and said, It is a grace of Dru, and a gift bestowed upon thee as a proxy: I being blind, though of the royal line, and thou being my trusted servant.
4. And early in the morning Aldred looked into the orb a second time, for he had a great eagerness of curiosity to discover all that the orb might show.
5. And behold, he saw the bodies of Waltrot and Wencela, lying slain in their marriage-bed; and then he saw Melda with the rebellious multitude.
6. And straightway he ran weeping to the King, and roused him, saying, Now see to thy throne, my lord; for Melda cometh with a crowd from the Temple, and with vengeful priests, and he purposeth to overthrow thee.
7. So the King called out his guards, with the knights of the palace and his cavalry, with Wald and Sarvad his commanders; and they met the rebellious folk, and fell upon them, and scattered them.
8. And the people fled, but Melda fled not; for he trusted in the power of his craft, inasmuch as he believed that Lord Dru would save him. But it availed him not.
9. And the soldiers of the King laid hands on him, and bound him, and cast him into a dungeon. And the King said, Tomorrow shall justice be done upon this murderer; but now let us honour whom he hath slain.
10. So the bodies of Waltrot and Wencela were laid in a grave together; and the grave was in the King’s garden, and the trees of the King’s garden overshadowed them.
11. And Thoronhir clad himself in a white robe, and spoke fitting words over the slain, using both the elvish and the common speech. And after this Thoronhir entered into the service of Dru.
12. And all who stood by were comforted, save Bryd the mother of Wencela. And she wept continually: and after the burial was completed, she remained in the garden, crouching and weeping over the grave.
13. And she said, Would God I had died for thee, O my child, O my child Wencela!
14. I trusted in the princes and the mighty men of war, and they have betrayed me; I sowed patience and longsuffering, and I have reaped cruel and bitter thorns.
15. Now naught remaineth but tears: behold, the whole world is drowned in grief: henceforth my soul shall be a fountain of tears. O my daughter, my child, my child!
16. These words said she to Aldred the Punchkin, when he came out to her, and would comfort her: for he said, I too am bereft, I too am left all alone.
17. But she would not be comforted. And she remained mourning by the grave all night; and at dawn she left the City. But none desired to follow her, nor did any see which way she fared.