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cried Walter , struggling to be free . And , turning his eyes fiercely upon Soulis -- ` Destroy me fiend , ' he added , ` but harm not her . ' '' ` Think on it , maiden , ' cried the sorcerer , raising his sword ; ` the life of thy bonny bridegroom hangs upon thy word . But ye shall have until midnight to reflect on it . Be mine , then , and harm shall not come upon him or thee ; but a man shall be thy husband , and not the boy whom he hath brought to thee in bonds . ' '' ` Beshrew thee , vile sorcerer ! ' rejoined Walter .