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. But now she laughed at him, saying that all her heart was his, and that she had none to give to d’Aguilar or any other man. Moreover, that England was a free land in which women, who were no king’s wards, could not be led whither they did not wish to go. So it seemed that they had naught to fear, save the daily chance of life and death. And yet they were afraid. “Dear love,” said Margaret to him after she had thought a while, “our road looks straight and easy, and yet there may be pitfalls in it that we cannot guess. Therefore you must swear one thing to me: That whatever you shall hear or whatever may happen, you will never doubt me as I shall never doubt you. If, for instance, you should be told that I have discarded you, and given myself to some other husband; if even you should believe that you see it signed by my hand, or if you think that you hear it told to you by my voice—still, I say, believe it not.” “How could such a thing be?” asked Peter anxiously. “I do not suppose that it could be; I only paint the worst that might happen as a lesson for us both. Heretofore my life has been calm as a summer’s day; but who knows when winter storms may rise, and often I have thought that I was born to know wind and rain and lightning as well as peace and sunshine. Remember that my father is a Jew, and that to the Jews and their children terrible things chance at times. Why, all this wealth might vanish in an hour, and you might find me in a prison, or clad in rags begging my bread. Now do you swear?” and she held towards him the gold crucifix that hung upon her bosom. “Aye,” he said, “I swear it by this holy token and by your lips,” and he kissed first the cross and then her mouth, adding, “Shall I ask the same oath of you?” She laughed. “If you will; but it is not needful. Peter, I think that I know you too well; I think that your heart will never stir even if I be dead and you married to another. And yet men are men, and women have wiles, so I will swear this: That should you slip, perchance, and I live to learn it, I will try not to judge you harshly.” And again she laughed, she who was so certain of her empire over this man’s heart and body. “Thank you,” said Peter; “but for my part I will try to stand straight upon my feet, so should any tales be brought to you of me, sift them well, I pray you.”