She walked with light steps and kissed the young wife's cheek—a kiss like thistledown.
"You are free?" Catherine stammered. Her voice seemed to break unwillingly in a holy quiet.
"I am free," the Maid answered. "I have come again to you as I promised. But I cannot bide long. I am on a journey."
"You go to the King?" said Catherine.
"I go to my King."