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“How long have I been here?”

She bent towards him, her hair shining about her face. Aymery’s eyes caught the sheen thereof, and seemed dazzled by its glory.

“Only lie still,” she said. “In the night I thought that you would die. You are safe here. None but friends know the ways.”

He seemed to feel the first burning of his wounds, for his hand went to his right shoulder, but Denise caught it, and laid it upon the coverlet.

“I have looked to your wounds.”

“How did I come here?”

His eyes searched her face.

“You are safe, is not that enough; yet, you were very heavy,” and she smiled at him.

“Have you seen Grimbald?”

“No, no one.”

Aymery was silent for a moment, looking at Denise with a kind of quiet wonder. Her face was turned from him. And suddenly he caught her hand, and lifted it, and for a moment its whiteness lay across Aymery’s mouth.

“God guard you, Denise.”

Her eyes flashed down at him.

“You must live. I ask that.”

“Assuredly, I cannot die.”

Denise rose up and went out into the sunlight, for her face had blazed suddenly with blood that rushed from the heart.