Peace and goodwill to all mankind.”
But the other two, down in a sheltered path at the end of the garden, were not silent, nor did they listen very much to the bells.
“Sigrid,” said Roy, “have you forgotten that you made me a promise last June?”
“No,” she said, her voice trembling a little, “I have not forgotten.”
“You promised that when Frithiof was cleared I might ask you for your answer.”
She raised her face to his in the dim starlight.
“Yes, I did promise.”
“And the answer is—?”
“I love you.”
The soft Norse words were spoken hardly above her breath, yet Roy knew that they would ring in his heart all his life long.