Then there before the effigy of Fate and in the desolate, glowing temple we plighted anew our troth made holy by a past that thus so wonderfully lived again.
Of this consecrated hour I say no more.

Let each picture it as he will.
A glory as of heaven fell upon us and in it we dwelt a space.
"Beloved," she whispered at length in a voice that was choked as though with tears, "if it chances that we should be separated again for a little while, you will not grieve over much ?" "Knowing all I should try not to grieve, Yva, seeing that in truth we never can be parted.

But do you mean that I shall die ?" "Being mortal either of us might seem to die, Humphrey," and she bent her head as though to hide her face.

"You know we go into dangers this day." "Does Oro really purpose to destroy much of the world and has he in truth the power, Yva ?" "He does so purpose and most certainly he has the power, unless--unless some other Power should stay his hand." "What other power, Yva ?" "Oh! perhaps that which you worship, that which is called Love.

The love of man may avert the massacre of men.