“I thought you were to tell me something which I did not know.”
“You will marry a beautiful woman.”
“Ah! well, that will be no satisfaction if she is not good.”
“She will be good and beautiful.”
“That is well.”
“But there are tears for you, and the stain of blood on your hands.”
The young man drew back, then laughed at his own folly.
“No,” he said, “there will never be the stain of blood on my hands. Tears are for us all, but crime is not for me.”
“We can’t change the fates.”
“We weave our own destiny, perhaps.”