Think, think what otherwise must be the lot of these"-- and again she pointed to the women and children--"ay, and your own sisterhood and of all of us.

Whereas, if you die, it will be with much honour, and your name shall be worshipped as a saint and martyr in every church in Christendom.
"Oh! refuse not our prayer, but show that you indeed are great enough to step forward to meet the death which comes to every one of us, and thereby earn the blessings of half the world and make sure your place in heaven, nigh to Him Who also died for men.
Plead with her, my sisters--plead with her!" Then the women and the children threw themselves down before her, and with tears and sobbing prayed her that she would give up her life for theirs.

Rosamund looked at them and smiled, then said in a clear voice: "What say you, my cousin and betrothed, Sir Wulf D'Arcy?
Come hither, and, as is fitting in this strait, give me your counsel." So the grey-eyed, war-worn Wulf strode up the aisle, and, standing by the altar rails, saluted her.
"You have heard," said Rosamund.

"Your counsel.

Would you have me die ?" "Alas!" he answered in a hoarse voice.