“How did I come here?”
His eyes searched her face.
“You are safe, is not that enough; yet, you were very heavy,” and she smiled at him.
“Have you seen Grimbald?”
“No, no one.”
Aymery was silent for a moment, looking at Denise with a kind of quiet wonder. Her face was turned from him. And suddenly he caught her hand, and lifted it, and for a moment its whiteness lay across Aymery’s mouth.
“God guard you, Denise.”
Her eyes flashed down at him.
“You must live. I ask that.”
“Assuredly, I cannot die.”