Once, she reached out her right hand to the empty space where Hugh had knelt, striving to feel remembrance of his strong clasp.
At length she sought her couch.

But sleep refused to come, and presently she crept back in the white moonlight, and kneeling pressed her lips to the stone on which Hugh had kneeled; then fled, in shame that our Lady should see such weakness; and dared not glance toward the shadowy form of the dead Christ, crucified.

For with the coming of Love to seek her, Life had come; and where Life enters, Death is put to flight; even as before the triumphant march of the rising sun, darkness and shadows flee away.
Yet, even then, our Lady gently smiled, and the Babe on her knees looked merry..