He realised a love as great as his own.
"Ah, foolish lad!" said Symon of Worcester; "bent upon thine own ways, and easy to deceive.

When I spoke of going, I said it for her sake, hoping the prospect of my absence might hold you from your purpose.
But now truly am I convinced that you are bent upon risking your own happiness, and imperilling hers.

Therefore will I devise some means of detaining the Holy Father's messenger, so that my answer need not be given until two weeks are past.

You will reach Mora, at longest, five days from this.

As soon as she decides what she will do, send word to me by a fast messenger.