It was six years after her first sojourn at the Court that I met Mora, loved her, and won her; and well I know that the sweet love she gave to me was a love from which no man had brushed the bloom." Hugh paused.
Those kindly and very luminous eyes were still bent upon the fire.

Was the Bishop finding it hard to face the fact that his life's secret had now, by his own act, passed into the keeping of another?
Hugh moved a pace nearer.
"And deeply do I love you, Reverend Father, for your wondrous goodness to her, and--for her sake--to me.

And I pray heaven," added Hugh d'Argent simply, "that if she come to me, she may never know that she once won the love of so greatly better a man than he who won hers." With which the Knight dropped upon one knee, and humbly kissed the hem of the Bishop's robe.
Symon of Worcester was greatly moved.
"My son," he said, "we are at one in desiring her happiness and highest good.

For the rest, God, and her own pure heart, must guide her feet into the way of peace." The Bishop rose, and went to the casement.
"The aurora breaks in the east.

The dawn is near.