Nan came out and stood beside him as he worked. When he had finished she put her hand on his sleeve. He held her close, Duke listening, to tell her what he meant to try to do. Each knew it well might be the last moment together. “One thing and another have kept us from marriage vows, Nan,” said de Spain, beckoning at length to Morgan to step closer that he might clearly hear. “Nothing must keep us longer. Will you marry me?”
She looked up into his eyes. “I’ve promised you I would. I will promise every time you ask me. I never could have but one answer to that, Henry––it must always be yes!”
“Then take me, Henry,” he said slowly, “here and now for your wedded husband. Will you do this, Nan?”
“I’ve promised you I would. I will promise every time you ask me.”
Still looking into his eyes, she answered without surprise or fear: “Henry, I do take you.”
“And I, Henry, take you, Nan, here and now for my wedded wife, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, from this day forward, until death us do part.”