“My beautiful priestess of good and holy things!” he said.

She leaned to him then and, placing her arms about him, ever mindful of his hurt, she lifted his head to her shoulder. The flood-gates of her reserve once lifted, the full tide of her intense nature swept over him and enveloped him. It was as light to his soul and healing to his body. How often it had seemed as if he saw her with that halo of light about her, and now it was as if he had been drawn within its charmed radius, as surely he had.

“And then, dear heart, what did you do?”

“I thought you were killed, and almost — almost I cursed him. I hope now I wasn’t so wicked. But I — I — called back from God the promise I had given him.”