"Not despair, friend," said Valeria gravely, "but renounce. No, no! be patient and hear me. Why do you hide from me what all Italia knows--what your people wish? The King of the Ostrogoths at Toletum has offered you his alliance against Byzantium, and the hand of his daughter. Your people expect and wish you to accept both these offers. I will not be more selfish than was that high-minded daughter of your nation, Rauthgundis, of whom your minstrels already sing. And I know that you are as capable of sacrifice as the simple-minded man who was your unfortunate King." "I hope that I should be so, if necessary. But happily there is no need of sacrifice. I do not want the help of the Ostrogoth. Look around, or rather, look beyond these convent walls. Never has the kingdom flourished as it does now. Once again I will offer to make peace with the Emperor. If he still refuse, a war will break out such as he has never seen. Ravenna will soon fell. Truly, my power and my courage are not reduced to the point of renunciation! The air of this cloister has at length enervated your steadfast mind. You must leave this place. Choose the most lovely of all Italian cities for your residence. Let us rebuild your father's house in Neapolis." "No. Leave me here. I have learned to love this quiet place." "It is the quiet of the grave! And you know well that to renounce you would be to renounce the ideal of my life. You are the living symbol of all my plans; you are to me Italia herself! You must become mine--wholly, irrevocably mine. Goths and Italians shall take their King and Queen for a pattern; they shall become as united and happy as we. No--no objections--no more doubts! Thus I smother them!" and he passionately embraced her. A few days later Julius Montanus arrived, coming from Genoa and Urbinum. The King and his retinue went to meet him outside the cloister gates. The two friends embraced each other tenderly; for some time they were incapable of speaking. Teja stood near and gravely observed them. "Sir," whispered Adalgoth, "who is the man with the deep-set eyes? a monk?" "In his heart he is; but not outwardly." "Such a young man with such an old look! Dost thou know whom he resembles? That picture in the cloisters on the golden background." "It is true; he is like that gentle and sorrowful head of the Apostle John." "Your letter," Julius said to Totila, "found me already resolved to come here." "You were about to seek me--or Valeria?" "No, Totila. I came to be examined and accepted by Cassiodorus. Benedict of Nursia, who fills our century with the fame of his miracles, has founded an order which powerfully attracts me." "Julius, you must not do that! What spirit of flying from the world has seized upon my companions? Valeria, you, and Teja!" "I fly from nothing," said Julius, "not even from the world."