And yet--" "You shall not harm him," Quendritha says quickly.

"There are other ways.

Your own name shall be free from so much as shadow of blame.
Now I would that I myself had made an end before ever I said a word to you." "Had you done so--Peace.

Let it be.

You set strange thoughts, and evil, in my mind, wife." Then she leaves him, and in her face is triumph, for Offa has forbidden her nothing.