Afterwards he had kissed her dress and her feet when she said she would go with him to be married so that he could have her for his own before he went away to be killed.
It would have been _his_ heart that would have been broken if she had said "No" instead of whispering the soft "Yes" of a little mating bird, which had always been her answer when he had asked anything of her.
When the carriage drew up at last before the entrance to the castle, the Macaurs awaited them with patient respectful faces.

They saw the "decent body" assist with care the descent of a young thing the mere lift of whose eyes almost caused both of them to move a trifle backward.
"You and Dowie are going to take care of me," she said quiet and low and with a childish kindness.

"Thank you." She was taken to a room in whose thick wall Lord Coombe had opened a window for sunlight and the sight of hill and heather.

It was a room warm and full of comfort--a strange room to find in a little feudal stronghold hidden from the world.

Other rooms were near it, as comfortable and well prepared.