Her face had grown as tense as his own.
"And in the end," she whispered, "your greatest reward can be only the knowledge that in living this knighthood for me you have won what I can never give to any man.

The world can hold only one such man for a woman.

For your faith must be immeasurable, your love as pure as the withered violets out there among the rocks if you live up to the tests ahead of you.

You will think me mad when I have finished.

But I am sane.