"Oh, this was to have been my wedding day, my wedding day!" and he clasped his hands in agony; then the thought of his master--his slain lord--returned, and he cried, "O Edmund! my master, my dear master, so good, so gentle, yet so brave; who else could slay him? what fiend else than Edric, the murderer Edric? That they should think I, or any one else than Edric, could have done such a deed, such an evil deed!"