Now I yet stand before you as your subject, but in a few hours it will be your lord and your husband that stands before you; and he will ask: 'Catharine, my wife, have you kept with me the faith you swore to me?
Have you been guiltless of perjury in respect of your vows and your love?
Have you preserved my honor, which is your honor also, clear from every spot; and can you, free from guilt, look me in the eye ?" He gazed at her with proud, flashing eyes, and before his commanding look her firmness and her pride melted away like ice before the sunshine.

Again he was the master, whose right it was to rule her heart; and she again the lowly handmaid, whose sweetest happiness it was to submit and bow to the will of her lover.
"I can look you frankly in the eye," murmured she, "and no guilt burdens my conscience.

I have loved naught but you, and my God only dwells near you in my heart." Wholly overcome, wholly intoxicated with happiness, she leaned her head upon his shoulder, and as he clasped her in his arms, as he covered with kisses her now unresisting lips, she felt only that she loved him unutterably, and that there was no happiness for her except with him.
It was a sweet dream, a moment of most exquisite ecstasy.

But it was only a moment.

A hand was laid violently on her shoulder, a hoarse angry voice called her name; and as she looked up, she encountered the wild glance of Elizabeth, who stood before her with deathly pale cheeks, with trembling lips, with expanded nostrils, and eyes darting flashes of wrath and hatred.
"This, then, is the friendly service which you swore to me ?" said she, gnashing her teeth.