adventures, all perils, all amusements; their hearts were as much bound up as ever one with the other; but they were already looking at life differently, forming a different ideal of the future.  The soldier spirit was coming out with greater intensity in one nature than in the other.  Gaston had no ambition, no interest beyond that of winning fame and glory by the sword.  Raymond was just beginning to see that there were other aims and interests in life, and to feel that there might even come a day when these other interests should prove more to him than any laurels of battle.

In the days that followed, this feeling grew more and more upon him.  His hurt was more slow to heal than Gaston’s, and long after his brother was riding out daily into the forest with the keepers to slay a fat buck for the prelate’s table or fly a falcon for practice or sport, Raymond remained within the house, generally the companion of the studious John; and as the latter grew strong enough to talk, he was always imparting new ideas to the untutored but receptive mind of the Gascon boy.

They had quickly removed from the Royal Palace to the more cozy and comfortable quarters within the Rectory, which belonged to Master Bernard in right of his office.  John was as much at home in his uncle’s house as in his father’s, having spent much of his youth with the priest.  Indeed it may be questioned whether he felt as much at ease anywhere as he did in this sheltered and retired place, and Raymond began to feel the subtle charm of the life there almost at once.

The Rector possessed what was for that age a fine collection of books.  These were of course all manuscripts, and very costly of their kind, some being beautifully illuminated and others very lengthy.  These manuscripts and books were well known to John, who had read the majority of them, and was never weary of reading them again and again.  Some were writings of the ancient fathers; others were the works of pagan writers and philosophers who had lived in the dark ages of the world’s history, yet who had had thoughts and aspirations in advance of their day, and who had striven without the light of Christianity to construct a code of morals that should do the work for humanity which never could have been done till the Light came into the world with the Incarnation.

As Raymond sat day by day beside John’s couch, hearing him read out of these wonderful books, learning himself to read also with a sense of quickened pleasure that it was a surprise to experience, he began to realize that there was a world around and about him of which he had had no conception hitherto, to feel his mental horizon widening, and to see that life held weightier questions than any that could be settled at the sword’s point.