Publisher's Synopsis
"Well, son," said she, when she saw Bindo arrive, "What news? Are thine, or my predictions most true?" Bindo threw himself on the ground, and tore his hair with rage, but he answered not a word. "You would not believe my words," continued she, with a malicious laugh; "but the stars are not truer to their course, than I to fate; tomorrow not one stone will lie upon another of the castle of Valperga." "This must not be," cried Bindo, starting up furiously; "it shall not be! Are you not a witch? and if you have sold your soul to the devil, will he not obey your will?"
