It is in the interests of the Church that we do it.

None hear, and none shall ever hear, what passes between us now.

Regard us, if you will, as two confessors, with whom your secret is inviolable.

I call it a secret, and yet it is none to us, for it is our mission to read the human heart.

You love the king." "Your Grace!" She started, and a warm blush, mantling up in her pale cheeks, deepened and spread until it tinted her white forehead and her queenly neck.
"You love the king." "Your Grace--father!" She turned in confusion from one to the other.
"There is no shame in loving, my daughter.