Sang sweeter then than ever,
 
 As if the falling melody
 
 Might wing and net dissever.
 
 Tom looked from her to the bishop. Waleran was terrified: his mouth was open, his eyes wide, his face as white as death. Tom was astonished: why did a simple song have the power to scare such a man?
 
 At dusk the hunter took his prey,
 
 The lark his freedom never.
 
 All birds and men are sure to die
 
 But songs may live forever.
 
 Ellen called out: “Goodbye, Waleran Bigod. I’m leaving Kingsbridge, but I’m not leaving you. I’ll be with you in your dreams.”
 
 And mine, Tom thought.
 
 For a moment no one moved.
 
 Ellen turned away, holding Jack’s hand; and they all watched in silence as she marched out through the priory gates and disappeared into the gathering dusk.