"It can not be!"
"How shall we know it can not be until we have tried? Ta-wan-ne-ars will try."
I could say no more. Such simple faith was unanswerable. And I watched him, quietly directing the piling of the weapons of the Keepers and the unbarring of the gate in the stockade. I wondered how much of it was the unconscious working on a sensitive mind of the very Christianity he had rejected.
Marjory's voice recalled me to the present.
"Master Murray tells me he hath surrendered," she said.
I turned eagerly to find her at my side. My hands leaped out for hers, and she yielded them without hesitation, her brave eyes beaming love and comradeship unashamed.
"Yes, we are free, Marjory. Will you come with me——"
She caught my meaning, and made to pull away from me.
"But we will have had no wooing," she exclaimed, half between laughter and tears. "Sure, sir, you will not be expecting a maid to yield without suit?"
I would not let her go.