THE TRUE VISION To her bedchamber went Mora--she who had been Prioress of the White Ladies--bearing in her arms the full robes of her Order, and in her hand the jewelled cross of her high office.

She went, expecting to spend hours in doubt and prayer and question before the shrine of the Virgin.

But, as she pushed open the door and entered the sunlit chamber, on the very threshold she was met by a flash of inward illumination.

Surely every question had already been answered; the second issue had been decided, while the first was yet wholly uncertain.
She had said she must have a divine vision.

Had she not this very day been granted a two-fold vision, both human and divine; the Divine, stooping in unspeakable tenderness and comprehension to the human; the Human, upborne on the mighty pinions of pure love and stainless honour in a self-sacrifice which lifted it to the Divine?
In the lonely chapel on the mountain, she had seen her Lord.