But as though he had obeyed her words, he seemed to sleep more deeply still.

He must be very tired, she thought, to sleep like that, but she was thankful that the soft kiss, the first and last, had not waked him.
"Sleep on," she said again in a whisper scarcely audible to herself.
"Forget Unorna, if you cannot think of her mercifully and kindly.

Sleep on, you have the right to rest, and I can never rest again.

You have forgiven--forget, too, then, unless you can remember better things of me than I have deserved in your memory.

Let her take her kingdom back.