"Again!"—he murmured.
"My love, my love!"
But at length she came to herself, she remembered. "You will go?" she said. She put him from her and held him fondly at arm's length, her hands on his shoulders. "You will go? It is all you can do for me. You will go and live?"
"Without you?"
"Yes. Better, a hundred times better so—for me."
"And for me? Why may I not save you and her?"
"It is impossible!"
"Nothing is impossible to love," he answered. "The nights are long, the wall is not too high! No wall is too high for love! It is but a league to the frontier, and I am strong."
"Who would receive us?" she asked sadly. "Who would shelter us? In Savoy, if we were not held for sorcery, we should be delivered to the Inquisition."
"We might gain friends?"