I have therefore well earned the right to be allowed to seek knowledge in mine own way." "The service of the devil is a poor way to knowledge," said the girl.
"Ah, there it is," said the marshal, raising his hand with gentle deprecation, "even you, who are so highly privileged, are not wholly superior to vulgar prejudice.

I keep a college of priests for the service of God and the Virgin.

They have done me but little good.
Surely therefore I may be allowed a little service of That Other, who has afforded me such exquisite pleasure and aided me so much.

The Master of Evil knows all things, and he can help whom he will to the secrets of wealth, of power, and of eternal youth." "Have you gained any of these by the aid of that Master whom you serve ?" asked the Lady Sybilla, with great quiet in her voice.
"Nay, not yet," cried the marshal, moved for the first time, "not yet--perhaps because I have sought too eagerly and hotly.

But I am now at least within sight of the wondrous goal.