Unless she mastered its contents, she could not act.
Ascending the turret stairway, Mora stepped again on to the battlements.
The golden ramparts in the west had faded; but a blood-red banner still floated above the horizon.

The sky overhead was clear.
Sitting upon the seat on which she had sat while telling Hugh of old Mary Antony's most blessed and wondrous vision, Mora unfolded and read the Bishop's letter..