Yuki's eyes fell and her chin quivered. "Yes, your Highness." "Speak!--fully!" said he, after a pause. "He offered me marriage many times, your Highness, and I refused, saying that not without my parents' consent could I answer. Then, at one hour, being weak, I promised. In the foreign land, where you and my father sent me, such promises bind,--even as the oaths of men. I have been bound." "Gods of my ancestors! Must I listen to this cat-mewing?" groaned Onda. "Be quiet! The girl shall speak. Yes, Yuki," he continued, his eyes softening as they returned to her white face, "I felt that you had promised. And so, in my letter, if you will recall, I assured you that you were not bound." "Your Highness!" ventured the girl, at length. "It was your noble thought, your decision, not my own. I am bound." Hagané looked at her in mild wonder, with the faintest touch of a smile. "And not even your daimyo's word can free your childish promise? You have courage." "The mad lynx! Let me deal with her!" panted Tetsujo. "He, my father, so speaks and thinks of me!" broke in the girl, with passionate protest and a wide-flung gesture toward Onda. "In that country no shame is felt for such a promise. Yet my father treats me as an outcast, a blot upon the family name! I ask you, Lord, who are great and strong, to help me!" "To what shall I help you, little one? To marriage with an alien?--repudiation of a country that I serve?" "No, Lord; for of myself I could not marry him, now, with my dear land at war. When I first knew him, war had not become even a threat. Only against--misunderstanding--and, Lord,--being forced--!" Hagané interrupted her with his slight gesture. "You will be forced to nothing!--not now, nor so long as my voice can use the speech of living men! Your decision is valueless unless it be your own. It may be even harmful; for the young branch, held down by force, slashes heaven in its rebound. Nay, child! I would have you bend slowly to my proffered opportunity, weighted by your own ripening desire for loyalty and service. To compel you would be impiety. Believe yourself protected by my word, and by my faith in you! Be calm and think seriously, for upon this hour depends more than you can fathom!"