For a long time the Baldwynn did not speak. At last he said, "Will you serve the Goddess now? Knowingly and lovingly, in sweet obedience and humble acknowledgment of all that she is?”
"No.” The word was a pebble in her mouth. She spat it out. "Not now, not tomorrow, not if I live to be a million. Never.”
The Baldwynn stopped and took her hands in his. "Dear child,” he said. "I feared there was no hope for you.”.