“How could you hold me?”

“What? Why — why — I — — ” She sat biting her scarlet lips and thinking, with straight brows deeply knitted, her greyish-purple eyes fixed hard on me. Then a slight colour stained her cheeks, and she looked elsewhere, murmuring: “I do not know how I would hold you prisoner. But I know I should do it, somehow.”

“I know it, too,” said I, looking at my ring she wore.

She blushed hotly: “It is well that you do, Euan. Death is the dire penalty if my prisoner escapes!” She hesitated, bit her lip, then added faintly: “Death for me, I mean.” After a moment she slowly lifted her eyes to mine, and so still and clear were they that it seemed