What he did had to be right, whether others were permitted or not to do the same things.

Of course, such mortals are so favored by virtue of the fact that they almost always do the right and do it in finer and higher ways than other men.

So Daylight, an elder hero in that young land and at the same time younger than most of them, moved as a creature apart, as a man above men, as a man who was greatly man and all man.

And small wonder it was that the Virgin yielded herself to his arms, as they danced dance after dance, and was sick at heart at the knowledge that he found nothing in her more than a good friend and an excellent dancer.

Small consolation it was to know that he had never loved any woman.