Amyas, a little nettled, stood on his guard in return, and answered bluntly—
“What the Brotherhood of the Rose will do, I can't yet say. What it ought to do, I have a pretty sure guess.”
“So have I. To hunt her down as you would an outlaw, because forsooth she has dared to love a Catholic; to murder her lover in her arms, and drag her home again stained with his blood, to be forced by threats and persecution to renounce that Church into whose maternal bosom she has doubtless long since found rest and holiness!”
“If she has found holiness, it matters little to me where she has found it, Master Eustace, but that is the very point that I should be glad to know for certain.”
“And you will go and discover for yourself?”
“Have you no wish to discover it also?”
“And if I had, what would that be to you?”
“Only,” said Amyas, trying hard to keep his temper, “that, if we had the same purpose, we might sail in the same ship.”
“You intend to sail, then?”
“I mean simply, that we might work together.”