My task is ended; yours at last begins.

Out of my arms you shall take her as she promised.

What has been said shall be done this day in the Vale Yndaia....

May God be with us all." "Madame--when I take her--one arm of mine must remain empty--as half her heart would be--if neither may hold you also to the end." She bent her head; her grey eyes closed, and I saw the tears steal out along the long, soft lashes.
"Son, if you should come to love me----" "Madame, I love you now." She covered her face with her slim hands; I drew it against my shoulder.

A moment later Lois unclosed her eyes, looked up at us; then rose to her knees in her white shift and put both bare arms around her mother's neck.