I cannot tell if we shall meet again when in your turn you have lain as I lie now, or if we shape our course for different stars.

If so, farewell for ever.' Then I leant down and kissed him on the forehead, and as I did so I wept, for not till this hour did I learn how truly I had come to love him, so truly that it seemed to me as though my father lay there dying.
'Weep not,' he said, 'for all our life is but a parting.

Once I had a son like you, and ours was the bitterest of farewells.

Now I go to seek for him again who could not come back to me, so weep not because I die.
Good-bye, Thomas Wingfield.

May God prosper and protect you! Now go!' So I went weeping, and that night, before the dawn, all was over with Andres de Fonseca.