It was a call to return to the land he loved best; the land of sunshine
and flowers, of soft speech and courteous ways; the land of heavenly
beauty and seraphic sounds; and, moreover, to return as a Cardinal of
Holy Church.
His acceptance or refusal must be penned before night. The messenger
expected to start upon his return journey early on the morrow.
Should he go? Or should he stay?
Was all now well for Mora? Or did she yet need him?
Surely never had Cardinal's hat hung poised for such a reason! How
little would the Holy Father dream that a question affecting the
happiness or unhappiness of a woman could be a cause of hesitancy.
Presently, with a quick movement, the Bishop lifted his head. The
library was far removed from the courtyard; but surely he heard the
clatter of horses' hoofs upon the raving stones.
He had hardly hoped for Brother Philip's return until after sunset;
yet--with fast riding----
If the Knight's answer were in all respects satisfactory--If Mora's
happiness was assured--why, then----
He sounded the silver gong.
His servant entered.
"What horsemen have just now ridden into the courtyard, Jasper?"
"My lord, Brother Philip has this moment returned, and with him----"
"Bid Brother Philip to come hither, instantly."
"May it please you, my lord----"
"Naught will please me," said the Bishop, "but that my commands be
obeyed without parley or delay."
Jasper's obeisance took him through the door.
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