But the more she thought of it the more satisfied she was that she was doing well.

And yet she knew that there was a risk.

He who was now everything to her might die; nay, it was possible that he might be other than she thought him to be; that he might neglect her, desert her, or misuse her.

But she had resolved to trust in everything, and, having so trusted, she would not provide for herself any possibility of retreat.

Her ship should go out into the middle ocean, beyond all ken of the secure port from which it had sailed; her army should fight its battle with no hope of other safety than that which victory gives.