He did not know what she had done, did not know what she had helped her mother to conceal, did not know whose child she carried in her womb.
Yet he still resigned for her, went to Scotland, and abandoned everything.
Victoria was not surprised by Arthur's conduct; she had long foreseen it, for she knew that if he did not act thus, then he would not be Arthur Hastings.
Arthur Hastings—this name itself was the very synonym of Knightly Spirit.
Humility, honor, sacrifice, valor, mercy, honesty, piety, justice—he upheld these eight virtues at every moment.
At times, Victoria even wished Arthur might show a touch of selfishness, not that she needed him to cast aside all restraint in greed, only that... if only he could think of himself a little, even just once.
Victoria turned away from the window and began to pace slowly about the room; the morning light cast a long shadow behind her, swaying with her steps.
