Now to fly and hide was what I could not bring myself to venture; here I would stay where my heart was, and take what fortune the saints might send.

So I endured to wait, and not gladden myself with the sight of Elliot, and the knowledge of how I now stood with her.

To me this was great penance, but at last the voices ceased, and, looking secretly from the window, I saw the Maiden depart, her archer following her.
Now I could no longer bridle in my desire to be with Elliot, and learn whether I was indeed forgiven, and how I stood in her favour.

So, passing down the stair that led from my cubicle, I stood at the door of the room wherein she was and knocked twice.

But none answered, and, venturing to enter, I heard the sound of a stifled sob.