I will go.
None has a right to refuse another his hour to weep." He hesitated a moment, as if he would have kissed her hand.

She glanced up at him with eyes too filled with the darkness of grief for words.
The slow unconscious smile that had worked such perfect transformation that first morning grew in his eyes.

It was comfort, compliment and protection all in one.

Then he went away into the moonlight.
Within a few feet he came upon Julian of Ephesus with immense rancor written on his face.

The Maccabee was disturbed.