accomplished, and “we agreed,” she writes, “to set out one day, very early in the morning, for the monastery where the friend of mine lived for whom I had so great an affection. I remember perfectly well, and it is quite true, that the pain I felt when I left my father’s house was so great, that I do not believe the pain of dying will be greater, for it seemed to me as if every bone in my body were wrenched asunder; for as I had no love of God to destroy my love of father and kindred, this latter love came upon me with a violence so great that, if our Lord had not been my keeper, my own resolution to go on would have failed me. But he gave me courage to fight against myself, so that I executed my purpose.”
Thus we find Theresa setting forth, at early dawn, in company with her brother Antonio, in quest of that most elusive sangreal,—peace.
