"As you please," he said.
She flung away in disgust with him.

She could not understand a man who played fast and loose at such a time.

The game was too fine for her, its danger too apparent, the gain too small.

She had, too, a woman's dread of the Church, a woman's belief in the power of the dead hand to punish.
And in half an hour her orders were given.

In two hours her people were gathered, and she departed by the eastward road, three of Tavannes' riders reinforcing her servants for a part of the way.