The zeal which drove him north and north and north over untracked regions, drove him until his body failed, drove him even now, though his body was crippled.
A mighty yearning, and a still mightier self-contempt whipped him on, and the school over which he was master groaned and suffered under his regime.

Father Anthony said gently: "Are there none among all your lads, dear Father Victor, whom you find something more than imperfect machines ?" The man of the north drew from a pocket of his robe a letter.

His lean fingers touched it almost with a caress.
"One.

Pierre Ryder.

He shall carry on my mission in the north.