"This morning you said that all that you had - your name and your
sword - were at my service. You may take them both again, sir. I
refuse the aid you offer. Swear what you will, tell them what you
please, make your peace whilst you may. I will not have your
blood upon my soul."
There was yet wine upon the table. I filled a cup and brought it to
her. "Drink!" I commanded.
"I have much of forbearance, much of courtesy, to thank you for,"
she said. "I will remember it when - Do not think that I shall blame
you" -
I held the cup to her lips. "Drink!" I repeated. She touched the red
wine with her lips. I took it from her and put it to my own. "We
drink of the same cup," I said, with my eyes upon hers, and drained
it to the bottom. "I am weary of swords and courts and kings. Let
us go into the garden and watch the minister's bees."
CHAPTER X IN WHICH MASTER PORY GAINS TIME TO SOME PURPOSE
ROLFE coming down by boat from Varina, had reached the town
in the dusk of that day which had seen the arrival of the Santa
Teresa, and I had gone to him before I slept that night. Early
morning found us together again in the field behind the church.
We had not long to wait in the chill air and dew-drenched grass.
When the red rim of the sun showed like a fire between the trunks
of the pines came my Lord Carnal, and with him Master Pory and
Dr.
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