"My dear child," the priest inserted, "it's not often one of these"--he threw a meaningful glance at Hunter--" offers to make an honorable woman of a captive. Wouldn't it be wise to accept?" "I'm in no need of matrimony, Father. I still my honor." Hunter jerked her to his side and, in an ominously even voice, said, "Your honor will soon go the way of the wind, Blue Eyes. You made a God promise. You are my woman! Now I say you will be my wife!"