““Nay. I cannot believe in a God that would chastise thee for doing aught in love.” She moved in close, bending down to view his face that he hid in shame. “And now thou must do what should have been done years ago.” He lifted his head, meeting her eyes, eager to hear what could be done to absolve himself of his crime. She moved in close, slipping her arms around him. “Thou must forgive thyself. For I am certain that God has already done so.””
