His  name  was  Turgar.  He  was  a  handsome
boy,  and  one  of  the  Danish  chieftains  was
struck  with  his  countenance  and  air,  in  the
midst  of  the  slaughter,  and  took  pity  on  him.
The  chieftain's  name  was  Count  Sidroc.  Si-
droc  drew  Turgar  out  of  the  immediate  scene
of  danger,  and  gave  him  a  Danish  garment,  di-
recting him,  at  the  same  time,  to  throw  aside
his  own,  and  then  to  follow  him  wherever  he
went,  and  keep  close  to  his  side,  as  if  he  were
a  Dane.  The  boy,  relieved  from  his  terrors  by
this  hope  of  protection,  obeyed  implicitly.  He
followed  Sidroc  every  where,  and  his  life  was
saved.  The  Danes,  after  killing  all  the  others,
ransacked  and  plundered  the  monastery,  broke
open  the  tombs  in  their  search  for  concealed
treasures,  and,  after  taking  all  that  they  could
discover,  they  set  the  edifices  on  fire  wherever
they  could  find  wood- work  that  would  burn,  and
went  away,  leaving  the  bodies  slowly  burning
in  the  grand  and  terrible  funeral  pile.
