Her inner self was pleading—Katherine—live again!
Presently the Adeste Fidelis sounded—throbbed—filled the church
How beautiful—she murmured.
The memory of the Sultan rose and fell each time at the sight of the candles, the acolytes in prayer. A vision so fierce and lustful could not live in this sacred place.
My child—advised the old Priest—pray—pray always for forgiveness—for enlightenment—for guidance. One who seeks these things as fervently as you do always finds.
THAT NIGHT HIS SORROW WAS LIFTED.
All ye are Christ's and Christ is God.—Saint Paul