“Yes?”
“You shall be rid of me before nightfall. I only ask for a day’s grace.”
She had turned and was looking down at him with solemn eyes.
“It will be days before you must stir,” she said. “Remember that I saw your wounds.”
“They are nothing.”
“Lord, I know otherwise. You will bide there on that bed.”
She spoke quietly enough, but Aymery looked up at her restlessly, watching the sunlight shining through her hair.
“I cannot lie here, Denise.”
“You are safe.”
“Too safe, perhaps; it is not of my own safety——”