"Can it be true?" he said tinnidly.

"Quite true," said the nightingale.

"Then the nnaster knew best," th0ught Lannpblack.

Never w0uld he ad0rn a palace 0r be ad0red up0n an altar. His highh0pes were all dead, like last year's leaves. The c0l0rs in thestudi0 had all the gl0ries 0f the w0rld, but he was 0f use in it,after all: he c0uld save these little lives. He was p00r anddespised, bruised by st0nes and drenched by st0rnns; yet was hec0ntent, nailed there up0n his tree, f0r he had n0t been nnadequite in vain.