"Nay, rather, they turn to stone." She laughed wildly, then caught her breath.

The Knight had entered the hall.
With free, glad step, and head uplifted, Hugh d'Argent came to them, where they stood.
"My Lord Bishop," he said, "you have been too good to us.

I sent Mora on alone that she might find you here, not telling her who was the prelate who had so graciously offered to wed us, knowing how much it would mean to her that it should be you, Reverend Father." "Gladly am I here for that purpose, my son," replied the Bishop, "having as you know, the leave and sanction of His Holiness for so doing.

Shall we proceed at once to the chapel, or do you plan first to sup ?" "Nay, Father," said the Knight.

"My betrothed has ridden far and needs food first, and then a good night's rest.