If he knew himself, as at such naked hours he must, he knew whither his heart was set.

He was to lead the armies of Christendom, because no other man could do it.

Had he any other pure and stern desire but that?
None.

If he could win back the Sepulchre, new plant the Holy Cross, set a Christian king on the throne below Golgotha, keep word with God Who had bowed to him from the Rood, give the heathen sword for sword, and hold the armed world like a spear in his hand, to shake as he shook--God of all power and might, was this not worthy his heart?
His heart and Jehane's! The flowing bosom ebbed, and drained him of all but pity.

He saw her like a dead flower, wan, bruised, thrown away.
Robbery! He had stolen her by force.