But as that hand's pair clamped down over her mouth, light dashed into the tree, and she heard the smooth, educated voice of a priest rush in angrily.
"You mustn't have the wife of a god before he does!" demanded the man. The hands on Mito released resignedly. "What god would marry her in this condition anyway? Come child, I am so regretful of what those men tried to do to you. We must patch you up for the ceremony."