It was absolutely nothing to me.

A fair young face with high thoughts in every glance floated like sunshine between us and I left the haughty Countess, with the knowledge burned deep into my brain, that the love I had considered slain was alive and demanding, but that the object of it past recall, was my lost young wife.
"Once assured of this, my apathy vanished like mist before a kindled torch.

Henceforth the future held a hope, and life a purpose.

I would seek my wife throughout the world and bring her back if I found her in prison between the men whose existence was a curse to my pride.

But where should I turn my steps?
What golden thread had she left in my hand by which to trace her through the labyrinth of this world?
I could think of but one, and that was the love which would restrain her from going away from me too far.