Via Crucis. F. Marion Crawford
for the world again you shall not lack for a coat of mail, a spare mount, and a purse of gold with which to begin your life."
"I thank you," said Gilbert, feebly, but very gratefully. "I feel as if my life were not beginning, but ending. I have lost my inheritance, my home, and my mother in one hour. It is enough, for it is all, and with it is taken love also."
"Love?" The abbot seemed surprised.
"Can a man marry his mother's husband's child?" asked Gilbert bitterly, almost contemptuously.
"No," answered the abbot; "that would be within the forbidden degrees of affinity."
For a long time Gilbert sat still in mournful silence. Then, seeing that he was very tired, the abbot beckoned to the brothers, who came and led him back to the stairs, and carried him up to his room. But, when he was gone, the Abbot of Sheering walked thoughtfully up and down the cloister for a long time, even until the refectory bell began to ring for dinner, and he could hear the shuffling steps of the two hundred hungry monks hurrying to their food, through the distant staircases and corridors.
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