You were ambitious for me." "Nay," and the prelate bent his head.

"It was self that spoke, worldly aggrandizement.

I wished--God forgive me!--to administer not to the prince but to the king.

I am punished.

The crown has broken your life.
It was the passing glory of the world; and I fell." "And were not my eyes as dazzled by the crown as yours were by the robes?
Why did we leave the green hills of Osia?
What destiny writes, fate must unfold.