"Go in with me, and I will tell you my drift," the prince had said, and follow him they had, but not into the castle they expected.

Instead this was a gloomy and cold room that they entered, to behold a young man enumerating his misfortunes, "… to die: to sleep; no more; and by a sleep to say we end the heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation devoutly to be wish'd!"

Hero blinked and turned, astonished at the change in the atmosphere that surrounded her, "your grace…" she hesitated but forced herself to go on, "I do believe that we are no longer in Messina."