Create in me a new heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me.

Grant unto me to follow in Her gracious steps, and to rule, as She ruled, by that love which never faileth." Then, stooping to the ground, she kissed the place where the feet of the Prioress had been wont to rest.
The sun had set behind the distant hills, when Mother Sub-Prioress rose from her knees.
An unspeakable peace filled her soul.

She had prayed, by name, for each member of the Community; and as she prayed, a gift of love for each had been granted to her.
Ah, would they make discovery, before the morrow, that instead of the brier had come up the myrtle tree?
With this hope filling her heart, Mother Sub-Prioress hastened along the passage, and rang the Convent bell.
* * * * * * And at that moment, Mora stood within her chamber, looking over terrace, valley, and forest to where the sun had vanished below the horizon, leaving behind a deep orange glow, paling above to clear blue where, like a lamp just lit, hung luminous the evening star.
Hugh's arms were still wrapped about her.

As they stood together at the casement, she leaned upon his heart.

His strength enveloped her.
His love infused a wondrous sense of well-being, and of home.
Yet of a sudden she lifted her head, as if to listen.
"What is it," questioned Hugh, his lips against her hair.
"Hush!" she whispered.