"Yes; more than for all you have said before, because I know that it is true.

Indeed, you are an honourable knight, and I am proud--very proud--that you should love me, though perhaps it would have been better otherwise." And ever so little she bent the knee to him.
"Whatever chances, in life or death those words will make me happy, Rosamund." Suddenly she caught his arm.

"Whatever chances?
Ah! what is about to chance?
Great things, I think, for you and Wulf and me.
Remember, I am half an Eastern, and we children of the East can feel the shadow of the future before it lays its hands upon us and becomes the present.

I fear it, Godwin--I tell you that I fear it." "Fear it not, Rosamund.

Why should you fear?
On God's knees lies the scroll of our lives, and of His purposes.