The eyes were tired and yet merry, great grey eyes as clear and deep as a moorland lake....

Suddenly she understood.

It may have been the sight of the full laughing lips, or the small maidenly breasts outlined by the close-fitting linen.

At any rate she did not draw back when the stranger kissed her cheek.
"Ah, now I am woman again," said the crooning voice.

The unbuckled sword in its leather sheath was laid on the table beside the broken reliquary.
"Let us rest side by side, sister, for I long for maids' talk." But now Catherine started and recoiled.