He did much to heal my hurt and woo me back to sanity.
"Later, more than a year with a band of holy monks in a desert monastery, high among the rocks; good Fathers who believed in Greek and Latin as surest of all balsams for a wounded spirit, and who made me to become deeply learned in Apostolic writings, and in the teachings of the Church.

But, for all their best endeavours, I could not feel called to the perpetual calm of the Cloister.

We are a line of fighters and hunters, men to whom pride of race and love of hearth and home, are primal instincts.
"Thus, after many further wanderings and much varying adventure, having by a strange chance heard news of the death of my father, and that my mother mourned.

In solitude, the opening of this year found me landed in England--I who, by most, had long been given up for dead; though Martin Goodfellow, failing to find trace of me in Palestine, had gone back to Cumberland, and staunchly maintained his belief that I lived, a captive, and should some day make my escape, and return.
"I passed with all speed to our Castle on the moors, knowing a mother's heart waited here, for mothers never cease to watch and hope.

And, sure enough, as I rode up, the great doors flew wide; the house waited its master; the mother was on the threshold to greet her son.