They were one, they were indivisible, they were complete.
“You must go!”
Her voice broke in on something just so beautiful and spiritual that it was almost with a sense of shock that they turned towards her, drawn back from some celestial height where they had journeyed together.
“At once!” the Duke exclaimed. “We make for the coast.”
He moved toward the door, but Amé stopped in front of the Mother Prioress.
“Please, Reverend Mother, give us your Blessing.”
She put out her hand as she spoke and the Duke felt her small fingers in his. He was sure that she trembled not with fear but with happiness.
Then, because he knew instinctively what she asked of him, the proud Duke of Melyncourt knelt down on his knees and for the first time since he was a child prayed that God would bless their
