At once I foresaw my tragic end.

My heart shed bloody tears, weeping over my own sad end, weeping for my beloved parents, weeping for my noble Bernard who was so true, so noble, so great in all things.
"Bernard, how happy would I have been, how deliriously happy, could I but have stood beside you at the altar and sworn fidelity to you.

Ours would have been an ideal home.

But it was not to be.

I had to choose between you and my race.