I shall never rest again." The words came slowly, as though spoken to herself.
"Do you bid me go ?" she asked after a time, looking up and seeing his eyes fixed on her.
"Bid you go?
In your own house ?" The tone was one of ordinary courtesy.
Unorna smiled sadly.
"I would rather you struck me than that you spoke to me like that!" she exclaimed.

"You have no need of such civil forbearance with me.

If you bid me go, I will go.

If you bid me stay, I will not move.

Only speak frankly.