Let us not break the solemn silence of those who bowed their heads and bore the grief, too poignant for words.

Dropping a tear of regret on the little darling who failed to remember that we have one atonement for all mankind and that further sacrifice was therefore needless, we pass out and leave the loving ones alone with their dead.
But, we may gaze on Bernard Belgrave as he emerges from the room where his sun has set to rise no more.

His eyes flash, his nostrils dilate, his bosom heaves, he lifts his proud head and turns his face so that the light of the sky may fall full upon it.
And lifting up his hands, trembling with emotion as though supplicating for the strength of a god, he cries out; "By the eternal heavens these abominable horrors shall cease.

The races, whose union has been fraught with every curse known to earth and hell, must separate.

Viola demands it and Bernard obeys." It was this that sent him forth to where kings were eager to court his favor..