"Not a word of objection. I have two favours to ask of thee."
"Name them," said he, with an eagerness that evinced a desire to serve her.
"Promise that you will hold no speech with any one before thy departure."
"I do," he said, after an instant's hesitation.
"Swear that thou wilt never set foot on this isle again."
"Nay, I will not swear it," he said, with determination.
"Wilt thou obey me? Swear it!" she cried, in a tone of fierce command.
"Who art thou that I should yield thee obedience, woman? I yield obedience to none save my Maker!"
"Wilt thou swear?" she asked, with more composure.
"Never."