Marpasse jumped up and looked Grimbald over in the dusk. Her glance lighted on his cross.
“What is the use of that,” she said; “bah, take it away, my brother!”
Grimbald nodded his head. Marpasse spread her arms, and then pointed to Isoult.
“See, there, what has God to say to such a thing? When we are born in a ditch, and kept in a ditch, and kicked into a ditch at the end, what has the Cross to do with it?”
Grimbald knelt down quite solemnly, and looked at Isoult.
“What a child! Who said that she had sinned, sister?”
Marpasse’s mouth was full of scoffing.
“We have stones thrown at us. We are too black for the good folk to soil their hands in washing us.”
Grimbald turned his face to her, and his eyes shone.
“The Lord said ‘let those who are without sin cast the first stone.’ What do you make of those words, sister?”