fulness of soul, and individual serenity that marked the union of two minds and, unknown to each, of two hearts, in that sacred amity of inner life that betokened, according to Solomon ben Gerson’s philosophy, a spirit emanating from the eternal Unity itself, and forming the connecting link between the divine Oneness and the identity of love and peace that rendered the blending hearts of Pietro and Eudocia indissolubly one forever.
“Reverend Barba,” timidly said Eudocia—“Peace and a blessing, child of the spirit,” interposed Pietro; “where hearts are full many words are not needed. You are weary, be seated.” Taking her hand gently, he led her to a seat, and between those hands there passed those tokens of faith, recognition and mutual assurance, that thrilled their confiding hearts, and poured forth in a steady look of love and tenderness that spoke the angel grace of purity and peace. “I have,” said Pietro, “a token; perhaps you can enlighten me respecting it.” In order to extract the ribbon from his robe, Pietro first drew forth the cross of ivory. Seeing this emblem, Eudocia exclaimed in amazement: “Where, whence, how, did your faithful hand acquire possession of that lost emblem?” Pietro briefly stated the events, alluding to the brief sojourn with Lord Boppo, “My father,” exclaimed Eudocia again; “my father!” and sank in her seat overpowered by her emotions. After a pause, “That cross,” explained Eudocia, “formed one of the final gifts sent by our lamented king from his camp to his loved queen, Kunigunde. It was reft from us
