He came past a churchyard and went in, going from grave to grave till he came to the chapel, where a woman knelt and sobbed.
"Not even here," said Peace, and turned to go further.
Then he saw a neglected grave, all overgrown with trailing ivy. Cross and inscription had long vanished, the mound had sunk, only the ivy wound its arms lovingly over the forgotten spot.
"Here is my kingdom," said Peace, and he sank down among the leaves.
But Sorrow yet roams the world in search of Peace, for she can never forget him. Yet, wherever she asked, wherever she sought, nowhere could she find him. Some had seen him go by, but none had been able to hold him. She passed through the church-yard, and stepped by the new graves, only the neglected one she did not visit.