"My mission is finished now, and I will go back.

I will stop at the court of Prester John, and he will send a bishop surely or some great cardinal to baptize you and to teach you the rest." "You will go back ?" A great pain stabbed her.

"I never thought, some how, of you as going back." "I have come on a mission, Golden Bells, and I must go back." "There is a woman, maybe, in Venice--" And she turned her head away from him and from the moon.
"I would not have you thinking that, Golden Bells.

There is none in Venice has duty from me.

And if the queen of the world were there, and she pledged me, I could never look at her, and I after knowing you, Golden Bells!" "Is it money, Marco Polo ?" she whispered in the dusk.