Then he remembered, and went.
For a while Margaret still stood thus, until the sound of the horses' hoofs had died away indeed.

Then she turned and said: "Father, I know not how it is, but it seems to me that when Peter and I meet again it will be far off, yes, far off upon the stormy sea--but what sea I know not." And without waiting for an answer she climbed the stairs to her chamber, and there wept herself to sleep.
Castell watched her depart, then muttered to himself: "Pray God she is not foresighted like so many of our race; and yet why is my own heart so heavy?
Well, according to my judgment, I have done my best for him and her, and for myself I care nothing.".