He broke down suddenly, and could not speak. Yeoland appealed to him out of the quickness of her fear.
"Messire, messire, your promise."
"Let me speak, or I stifle."
"Go, for God's sake, go!"
He flung his hands towards her with a great outburst of passion.
"Heaven and God's throne, you shall hear me to the end. Woman, woman, my soul flows to you as the sea ebbs to the moon; deep in the sky a new sun burns; the stars are dust, dust blown from the coffins of the dead who loved. Life leaps in me like another chaos. All my heart glows like an autumn orchard, and I burn. The world is red with a myriad roses. God's in the heaven, Christ bleeds on quaking Calvary."
She ran to him suddenly and seized his wrist.
"GO----!"
"I cannot."
"Men are coming, I hear them in the woods, they will kill you!"