News of his death, chancing to me in a far-off land, brought me home.

And truly, it was home indeed, at last! Peace and content, where always there had been turbulence and strain.

Father, I tell you this because I know my gentle mother feared you did not understand, and that you may have thought her love for you had failed." Symon of Worcester smiled.
"Dear lad," he said, "I understood." "Ah why," cried Hugh, with sudden passion, "why should a woman's whole life be spoiled, and other lives be darkened and made sad, just by the angry, churlish, sullen whims of----" "Hush, boy!" said the Bishop, quickly.

"You speak of your father, and you name the Dead.

Something dies in the Living, each time they speak evil of the Dead.