"Ay, that is true," said Marius, misunderstanding. "Well, by this night his fault will be punished. But how know you of what Wardo hath done?"
"How?" she echoed in surprise. "Was it not my life he saved? And what is he to be punished for? What hath he done?"
"Naught that in the least would interest thee," he told her.
"He shall not be harmed," she said firmly. "He saved me from two great men and one little one who would have slain me, and he is not to suffer for it."
"Now this is something new. Dost know, sweeting, that had it not been for this knave Wardo, no great men nor little would have come upon thee? It was he who betrayed us, and it is right that he should suffer for it."
Her eyes filled with tears.
"He saved my life, and I will not have him suffer! What is to be done to him this night?"
He tried to put her off.
"Never mind him, sweet one. Think of him no more."
But she repeated stubbornly: