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Show Page 219 "Think you I would not prefer to remain here? I have no desire to become a soldier and go about killing those who were once my friends. But for three months more I am a servant and do as I am bid." He handed me the bundle. I took it from him, but my outward calm belied the turmoil that was within. I thought of what would happen should John not return to James Towne, not return to-me. I now admitted to myself what an important niche he had carved for himself in my life. The thought that I might never see him again once the men marched away was nigh more than I could bear. I set the bundle down, keeping my back to John for a time so he could not see the fear in my eyes. When I turned to him again and our glances met, I hoped my eyes said naught of what was in my heart. But I fear they said all. John took my hand and pressed it against his lips. "Once I asked you to be my wife," he whispered into my palm. "And you answered that you did not love me. I did not believe you then and set about to show you your own heart. Methinks you know by what a poor method I chose to do so. But now there is no need for pretending between us, Sarah. And your eyes tell me more than your lips ever did. I love you, Sarah. And I believe you love me. I could not bear it if you did not. The expedition will last weeks. 'Tis a long time to be away from the one I love. 'Twill be a longer time still if I spend it wondering if the one I love loves me." |