He really did not want to discuss this. But, nor did he want to ruin what had been a nice evening by seeming too reticent.
As Marian went to stand, he took a light hold of her wrist, to stop her. "Wait." He could not look at her when he said this, could not look into her eyes and remember the pain in them as she laid in his arms in Acre. His head bowed, he quietly said, "We got married shortly after you were apparently brought here. It was in the Holy Land."