“Then I tell you,” Sybilla said, “that you have no leave to die. Nor have you leave to desert the race you belong to. I want your word that from this moment, you live. You live until no device of priest or leech will hold the web of your body together. And when you walk from this room, you turn your back on France and your face towards the place of your life’s work. I want your oath that you will come back to Scotland.”
