Chapter 12: Bridal Torches

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​⁠"Magdalene—Wife—Angel—what shall I call you?" cried Freyer, extending his arms. "Oh, if only we were not in the open fields, that I might press you to my heart and thank you for being so kind—so generous and so kind."

"Does your heart at last yearn for me? Then let us come into the forest, where no one is watching us save holy nature. Take me up one of the mountains. Will you? Can you? Will not you