He had been waiting, as it were, for nine months for this day's revelation, this day's confirmation.
Paul rose the next morning, a human being with a fixed idea, an unquestioned faith in his destiny.

His star shone clear.

He was born to great things.

In those early years that followed it was not a matter of an imaginative child's vanity, but the unalterable, serene conviction of a child's soul.

The prince and princess were realities, his future greatness a magnificent certitude.