Penric’s Demon (Penric and Desdemona, #1)

by Lois McMaster Bujold

Better it seemed to export cheese or cloth, but it was true that fortunes were made in the military trade. Though seldom by the soldiers, any more than by the cheeses.

And no one will touch me, I have been summarily unbetrothed, and I have been made a prisoner even though I have committed no crime.

“You looked a god in the eyes and bore witness for me, by which alone I am preserved.” She took a deep breath, through his mouth.

“You looked a god in the eyes. And spoke for me. There is nothing in my power that I will ever refuse you, after that.”