The star of love was not in the ascendant, the lord of magic charms was not trembling upon my horizon, the sun of earthly happiness was not enthroned in my mid-heaven.

How could it be?
She had it all, this Unorna here, and Nature, generous in one mad moment, lavished upon her all there was to give.

For she has all, and we have nothing, as I have learned and you will learn before you die." He looked at the Wanderer as he spoke.

His hollow eyes seemed calm enough, and in his dejected attitude and subdued tone there was nothing that gave warning of a coming storm.

The Wanderer listened, half-interested and yet half-annoyed by his persistence.