And then--" Her white face was pathetic as she turned away from him.
"You will not want to," she finished.

"After that you will fight for me simply because you are a knight among men, and because you have promised.

There will not even be the promise to bind you, for I release you from that." Philip stood silent as she left him.

He knew that to follow her and to force further conversation upon her after what she had said would be little less than brutal.

She had given him to understand that from now on he was to hold himself toward her with greater restraint, and the blood flushed hot and uncomfortable into his face as he realized for the first time how he had overstepped the bounds.
All his life womanhood had been the most beautiful thing in the world to him.