I will never forgive either of you for this night's work!" The fair white hand was laid upon his wrist.
"Nay," said the lady, "do not quarrel with those you love for my poor sake.

I am indeed little worth the trouble.

Go back with them in peace, and forget her who but sat by your side an hour neither doing you harm nor thinking it." "Nay," he cried, "that will I not.

I will show them that I am old enough to choose my company for myself.

Who is my uncle that he should dictate to me that am an earl of Douglas and a peer of France, or my servant that he should come forth to spy upon his master ?" "Then," she whispered, smiling, "you will indeed abide with me ?" He gave her his hand.
"I will abide with you till death! Body and soul, I am yours alone!" "By the holy cross of our Lord, that shall you not!" cried Malise; "not though you hang me high as Haman for this ere the morrow's morn!" And with these words he sprang forward and caught his master by the wrist.