I will keep her here till you return." "Yes, Sir; but will you keep her safe?
The cozening words of Spaniards are sometimes more deadly than their swords." "I think that Margaret has a medicine against all such arts," answered her father with a little smile, and left him.
On the morrow when Castell told Margaret that her lover must leave her for a while that night--for this Peter would not do himself--she prayed him even with tears that he would not send him so far from her, or that they might all go together.

But he reasoned with her kindly, showing her that the latter was impossible, and that if Peter did not go at once it was probable that Peter would soon be dead, whereas, if he went, there would be but one short month of waiting till the Spaniards had sailed, after which they might be married and live in peace and safety.
So she came to see that this was best and wisest, and gave way; but oh! heavy were those hours, and sore was their parting.

Essex was no far journey, and to enter into lands which only two days before Peter believed he had lost for ever, no sad errand, while the promise that at the end of a single month he should return to claim his bride hung before them like a star.

Yet they were sad-hearted, both of them, and that star seemed very far away.
Margaret was afraid lest Peter might be waylaid upon the road, but he laughed at her, saying that her father was sending six stout men with him as an escort, and thus companioned he feared no Spaniards.

Peter, for his part, was afraid lest d'Aguilar might make love to her while he was away.