I will have it so.

You cannot resist my will, and I will it with all my might.

You have no will--you are mine, your body, your soul, and your thoughts, and you must love me with them all from now until you die--until you die," she repeated fiercely.
Again he was silent.

She felt that she had no hold upon his heart or mind, seeing that he was not even disturbed by her repeated efforts.
"Are you a stone, that you do not know what love is ?" she cried, grasping his hand in hers and looking with desperate eyes into his face.
"I do not know what love is," he answered, slowly.
"Then I will tell you what love is," she said, and she took his hand and pressed it upon her own brow.
The Wanderer started at the touch, as though he would have drawn back.
But she held him fast, and so far, at least, he was utterly subject to her.

His brow contracted darkly, and his face grew paler.
"Read it there," she cried.