A new dwelling had risen from the ashes of Stramen Castle.

The Church of the Nativity was repaired, and again rose in beauty over the faithful who flocked there to worship.

Yet there was a stranger priest at the altar, and often after Mass the people would gather around a marble slab just before the altar, on which was written: "_Credo quod Redemptor meus vivit._" This was the tomb of Father Omehr; his epitaph was written and treasured in the hearts of all who knew him, and, transmitted from sire to son, required no foreign chisel to deepen the impression upon the living tablet.
The Lords of Stramen and Hers were often together, and were beloved by their vassals for their uniform courtesy and charity.

Their hairs were whitening, and when Sir Sandrit walked to the churchyard he leaned upon Henry's arm.
* * * * * Years passed by.

Henry IV, worn down by misfortune and the rebellion of his eldest son, for his own offspring held up the poisoned chalice to his lips, had followed his sainted antagonist to the eternal tribunal, and his body had been cast out as excommunicated from its sepulchre.