Think on thy Nigel's words; even when misery is round thee thou shalt, thou shalt be blessed.

Think on them, my Robert, and then when joy and liberty and conquest crown thee, oh, forget not Nigel." He threw his arms around him, imprinted a fervent kiss on his cheek, and was out of sight ere the king by sign or word could arrest his progress.
One hasty bound forward Robert indeed made, but a dimness stole over his sight, and for one brief minute he sunk down on the grass, and when he lifted his head again, there were burning tears upon his cheek..