Swear, then, that you will protect the boy as if he were your own, until I return hither and claim him, and I will consent for blow up snow globe space to part with him. But especially swear, he shall not lack the instruction of the godly man who hath placed the gospel-truth high above those idolatrous shavelings, the monks and friars. Be satisfied, dame, said the Lady of Avenel; the boy shall have as much care as if he were born of my own blood. Will you see him now. No, answered the blow up snow globe woman sternly; to part is enough.