What else ?" The Wanderer sighed.
"You have told in those few words the story of my life--the unfinished story.

A wanderer I was born, a wanderer I am, a wanderer I must ever be, until at last I find her whom I seek.

I knew her in a strange land, far from my birthplace, in a city where I was known but to a few, and I loved her.

She loved me, too, and that against her father's will.

He would not have his daughter wed with one not of her race; for he himself had taken a wife among strangers, and while she was yet alive he had repented of what he had done.