I shall soon be out of the way of harming them. I am not afraid to die. I am not unwilling to die if they will profit by my death.

Are you dying for him?

And for her. Hush! Yes. I am the father, the resurrection and the life.

The new postilions are in their saddles, and the old are left behind.

Come, then, my children.

I see the lives for which I lay down my life, peaceful, useful, prosperous and happy. I see that child who bears my name, a man, winning his way up in that path of life which was once mine, the hard uneven pavement under him, the soft deep mud on either side, skirting the mud, avoiding the stones and never getting stuck in the ruts and the sloughs, never succumbing to impatience. I see him winning it so well, that my name is made less despised by the light of his. I see the blots I threw upon them both, faded away. I see him, foremost of just judges and honored men, a boy of my name, with a forehead that I know and of golden hair and pure heart.

It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done.