His wife stood before him, fair as on her wedding morning, a jewelled circlet clasping the golden glory of her hair.

But his eyes saw only the look in hers.
Yet he kept his distance.
"Mora ?" he whispered.

"Home?
To stay?
Hath a true vision then been granted thee ?" "Oh, Hugh," she answered, "I have seen deep into the heart of a true man.

I have seen myself unworthy, in the light of thy great loyalty.
I have seen all others fail, but my Knight of the Silver Shield stand faithful.

I have been shewn this by so strange a chance, that I humbly take it to be the Finger of God pointing out the pathway of His will.
My pride is in the dust.