“Because both by the command of my murdered father and of her own desire my mother laid it on me with her dying breath that I should take to husband no man who was not of our faith.”
“And do you hold yourself to be bound by this command?”
“I do, without doubt and to the end.”
“However much you might chance to love a man who is not a Christian?”
“However much I might chance to love such a man.”
Marcus let fall her hand. “I think I had best go,” he said.
“Yes.”
Then came a pause while he seemed to be struggling with himself.
“Miriam, I cannot go.”
“Marcus, you must go.”