“You called me a worthless ruffian, and you were right.”
“Forget the words.”
“No, before God, no; they made me turn into a man.”
“And you, Bertrand, have taught me many things in return.”
It was as though she yielded, and yet did not yield.
“Tiphaïne.”
“We owe so much to you, we of La Bellière.”
His hands swept out to her, letting the sword fall.
“No, no, do not say that. Am I a man to trade upon my deeds?”
“Bertrand!”