"You must be brave.

Listen: if I try to take you away now, it may be that I should be killed and you left defenseless.
But this evening you can be safe, whatever befalls me." "Why, what should befall you ?" she asked, with a swift movement that brought her closer to me.
I had to tell her the truth, or my plan for her salvation would not be carried out.
"To-night I fight the duke.

Hush! hush! Yes, I must fight with the duke--yes, wounded arm, my darling, notwithstanding.

We shall leave here about five and go down to the bay toward the Mount, and there on the sands we shall fight.

And--listen now--you must follow us, about half an hour after we have gone." "But they will not let me go." "Go you must.