I was mortally glad to ride away into the clear air and the invigorating silence.

But on my heart there still lay heavy the twice-repeated prediction of my father and of the Lady Ysolinde, that I should yet return and hold the Red Axe in his place.
But I resolved rather to die in the honest front of battle.
Nevertheless, had I known the future, I would have seen that they and not I were right.
I was indeed fated to return and stand ready to execute doom, with the Red Axe in my hand and my father lying dead near by..