It was beautiful to see you kill him, Sir Max.

Strength is always beautiful in the eyes of a woman, but it is doubly so when used in her defence and linked with 'wise bravery.' I thank you, Sir Karl, for teaching me that word.

Sir Max, I--I cannot thank you now." She stopped speaking and covered her face with her hands.

In a moment she partly recovered composure and smiled her gratitude through a little shower of tears.

Max was, of course, aglow with pleasure at Yolanda's praise, but he bore his honors meekly.