But it would be a long time before he and the girl were forced to leave their sanctuary, and looking at her face, he decided that if he had to die, there were worse ways to go.
Shyly he put his hand out and stroked her flaming hair. Then he asked, "What's your name?"
"Patience and Fortitude Mather." She was still busy trying to arrange her torn clothing.
He gulped.
Noticing his surprise, she said, "But just call me Pat. What's your name?" But before he could answer she said, "Don't tell me you're a friend of...."
Nodding, he said, "Yes, I'm one of Bowdler's rebels." Then he identified himself.
"I should have known."
"Why," he asked with some asperity, "didn't you join us at Bowdler's house?"
"I couldn't shake off the R.A. who was following me and I wouldn't jeopardize the sanctum."
"Of course. But what made you decide to get up and carry on the way you did at the meeting?"