“My lord, I have no more ambition in me than one of those dead men hanging athwart the sunset.”
“You are a queer woman.”
“Pardon, I have a conscience.”
Gorlois bit his lip, stared in her face, and set a hand upon her wrist.
“You can never shirk me,” he said.
“I never shirk the truth.”
“Come now, give me the word.”
“My lord, may I save you pain in the telling of it! You can never come near my heart.”
“Woman, never be so sure.”