There was no hint of excitement in her threat against Kedsty, and yet in the very calmness of it he felt its deadliness.
A whimsical half-smile was trembling on her lips again, and a warmer glow came into her eyes.

"Do you know," she said, "that according to an old and sacred code of the North you belong to me ?" "I have heard of that code," he replied.

"A hundred years ago I should have been your slave.

If it exists today, I am happy." "Yes, you see the point, Jeems, don't you?
You were about to die, probably.

I think they would have hanged you.