They were as much alone and unobserved in the little court as in the lane, for only the hall windows and those of an unused parlour looked into it. But Anthony raised his voice in his warmth of feeling. "Urith," said he, "I am not accustomed to take a No, and what I am not accustomed to I will not take." "No!" she answered, and looked up, with a kindling of her eye. "And what I say, to that I am accustomed to hold; and what I am accustomed to hold, that hold I will. I say No." She set her foot down. "And I will not take it. I throw it back. Why, look you, you have said Yes. We are pledged to each other. You and I on The Cleave. There I have you, Urith. You passed your word to me, and I will not release you." She looked on the paved ground of the court, with grass sprouting between the cobble-stones, and played with her foot on the pebbles. Her brows were contracted, and her lips tight closed. Presently she looked up at him steadily, and said-- "It is for the good of both that I withdraw that word, stolen from me before I had weighed and appraised its worth. I will not be the cause of strife between you and your father, and I dare not go against the last words of my mother. Do you know what she said? She prayed that you might be struck dead on the hearth should you dare enter our doors again." "Very well," said Anthony, "let us see what her prayer avails. Stand aside, Urith." He thrust her away and walked forward to the entrance of the house, then he turned and looked at her and laughed. The sun shone on the porch, but it was dark within. He put out his hands and held to the stone-jambs, and looking at Urith with the dazzling evening sun in his eyes, he said-- "See now! I defy her. I go through!" and walking backwards, with arms outspread, he passed in through the porch, then in at the second doorway. Urith had remained rooted to one spot, in astonishment and terror. Now she flew after him, and found him standing in the hall on the hearthstone, his head above the dark oak mantel, laughing, and with his legs wide apart, and his hands in his belt. "See, Urith!" he jeered, "the prayers are of no avail. Prayers bring blessings, not curses. Here am I on the hearthstone, alive and well. Now--will you fear an idle threat?" He laughed aloud, and broke out into a snatch of song. "If I were a kiln, All fire and flame, I'd mantle and girdle thee Round with the same." Then he caught her round the waist and drew her towards him; but by a sharp turn she freed herself from his grasp. "No," she said; "one must give way, and that shall not be I." "Nor I," he said, resolutely, and the blood rose in his cheeks; "I am wholly unwont to give way." "So am I." "Then it is--which is strongest." "Strongest in will--even so; there I doubt if you will surpass me."