"Life and death, sickness and health, are all in God's hands. I will try."
Their poor wan faces lit up with joy.
"And this hole in my cheek?"
"But my poor fingers, two are gone; you cannot give them me back," and Richard burst into tears.
"Come, my child, you must not cry—God loves you and will never leave nor forsake you. Every cloud has its bright side; what if you have little part in the wicked world?"
"But I love the world," said Evroult.
"Love the world! Do you really love fighting and bloodshed, fire and sword? for they are the chief things to be found therein just now."
"Yes I do; my father is a warrior, and so would I be," said the unblushing Evroult.
"And thou, Richard?"
"I hardly know," said he of the meeker spirit and milder mood.