You must tread the path that God has marked out for you.

Perhaps it leads to this princess; no one can tell.

If so, you must accept your fate, Sir Max." She sighed at the mere thought of so untoward a fate for Max.
"I need make no oath not to marry the princess," answered Max.

"She is beyond my reach, even though I were dying for love of her." "And you are not dying for love of her, are you ?" asked Yolanda, again taking the seat between Max and me.
"No," he responded.
"Nor for love of any woman ?" she asked, looking toward Max.
"I'll not say that," he replied, laughing softly, and taking her hands between his.
"No, no," she mused, looking in revery out the window.

"No, we will not say that." I have always been as unsentimental as a man well can be, but I believe, had I been in Max's place, I should have thrown away my crown for the sake of Yolanda, the burgher girl.