And I see, too, what I never understood before.—that it is only by taking our Lord’s yoke upon us, and becoming meek and lowly in heart, that we can find rest to our souls. Eschine’s deep humility is the source of her calm endurance. Pride is not peace; it is its antidote. In Christ we have peace,—first through the purchase of His blood, and secondly, in growing like Him, which is, to grow in love and lowliness, and to lose ourselves in Him. I think I never before saw the loveliness of humility. And I am sure I never saw the fair beauty of Eschine’s character and life. Oh, how far she rises above me! And to think that I once looked down upon her—dismissed her with a careless word of scorn, as having "nothing in her"—when the truth was that I was too low down to see her in reality. Oh, how much the good God has had, and will have, to forgive and bear with me! I am now only just beginning to understand Him. But that is a lesson which I may go on learning and enjoying for ever. And how happy it will be, if we all gather together in His halls above,—Guy, and Sybil, and me, and old Marguerite, and Lady Judith, and Monseigneur, and Eschine, and the little children, and all,—never again to hear Paynim cry nor woman’s wail,—safe for ever, in the banquet-hall of God. At home again at last! How strangely glad they all seem to see me! I do not think I ever knew how they all loved me. I have lived for myself, and a little for Guy. Now, with His grace, I fain would live for God, and in Him for every one. We sat round the centre fire last night in the old hall,—I close to Monseigneur, with his hand upon my shoulder, now and then removed to stroke my hair—and we had all so much to say that it made us very silent. It was Alix who spoke first. "Elaine," she said, "I want to give a name to my baby girl that shall mean ’truth’ or ’fidelity.’ And I do not like any of the French names that have those meanings; they are not pretty. Tell me the words for them in the tongue of the Holy Land." I did not answer that the Court language of Jerusalem was the Langue d’Oc, and that Alix would be no better off for knowing. A rush of feeling came over me, and I let it dictate my reply. And that was only— *"Sybil."* *HISTORICAL APPENDIX.* *I. GUY DE LUSIGNAN*