Don't be afraid.

I'm not going to tell.

It wouldn't be good for the League if a Torch-bearer toppled down so low! It doesn't matter so much for only a Wood-gatherer.
I won't betray a chum--I've brought that much honour from the Bush; but I'll let you know what I think about you, at any rate." Then, her blaze of passion suddenly fading, she burst into tears.
"Ulyth, Ulyth, how could you ?" she sobbed.

"You who taught me everything that was good.

I believed in you so utterly, I'd never have thought it of you.