Farewell for ever." "Nay, nay; what's your will?
Soul or no soul, I'll work it." "Will you?
Will you indeed?
If so, stay a moment," and she ran down the chapel, bolting the doors; then returned to him, saying-- "Now come forth, Thomas, and since you are once more a man, kiss me as you used to do twenty years ago and more.

You'll not confess to that, will you?
There.

Now, kneel before the altar here and swear an oath.
Nay, listen to it before you swear, for it is wide." Emlyn said the oath to him.

It was a great and terrible oath.

Under it he bound himself to be her slave and join himself with her in working woe to the monks of Blossholme, and especially to their Abbot, Clement Maldon, in payment of the wrongs that these had done to them both; in payment for the murder of Sir John Foterell and of Christopher Harflete, and of the imprisonment and robbery of Cicely Harflete, the daughter of the one and the wife of the other.