"Not so," he said. "Come."
He helped her rise to her feet, and began leading her back towards the
House compound.
"But I did!" she persisted, leaning on him for support as she walked, for she seemed to be hurt worse than she had first supposed. "In the very confession of my sin, I betray my vow of silence, my sworn oath given before the Invisible God, to you and Master Rababull!"
"Then stop talking," Habrunt said mildly, still leading her confidently through the night, as the moon cast it's glow through the swirling mists.
"How can you say that?" Si'Wren said. Then she blurted out, "Have you no sense of right and wrong?"
"I am as good a keeper of the law as any," said Habrunt.
"Aye, and you slew those two evil men, who would have taken me upon their lusts, and cast me aside afterward as lifelessly as you have done unto them instead."
"Because they struck you without cause," Habrunt replied. "And also, lest they betray the truth of your broken vow of silence."
To Si'Wren, Habrunt's second remark seemed an astonishing thing to say.
"Then—" she hesitated in confusion, "you shall be as guilty as I! You must not do this thing."