“Oh, my man, what has come to you? Will you not think of me as the woman, the woman to be saved from other men?”
“Mellis!”
His voice was hoarse, and she felt the muscles in his arms quivering.
“Yes, you cannot shirk that truth. But what is in your mind? You spoke of Swartz and Gawdy Town.”
He steadied himself.
“That is ended. Is there no right of sanctuary in the land?”
“Sanctuary?”
She had begun to tremble a little.
“The nuns of Lilburn Minster are good women; you could take sanctuary there—till the times mended. No man could harm you.”
“Martin, you are offering me death!”