“I am content,” he said. “I dreamt of this—when M. de Witt divided us because I taught you who you were.”
There fell a soft, meaning silence. There could be heard the faint peal of the joy-bells coming through the summer dark.…
William supported the old man in a trembling embrace.
M. Triglandt caught one of the loose curls that hung over the Prince’s shoulder and pressed it to his lips … then his hands clasped tightly on his breast.
He nodded like one falling asleep.
Then suddenly his eyes opened wide.
“Say—‘God bless you,’” sobbed the Prince desperately.
“God bless you—God be with you always.”
He gathered sudden energy; he smiled and raised his right hand.
“Thou art King, O God; send help unto Jacob. Through Thee will we overthrow our enemies, and in Thy name will we tread them under that rise up against us; for we will not trust in our bow.”