[...] I jerked his head forward and down, then brought my right knee up hard so that his face was smashed into the mail of my thigh.
I hauled him upright and looked into his bloody face. "Is she married?"
"She is married", he said, his voice thickened by the blood in his mouth, and I jerked his head down again and this time I felt his teeth break against my knee.
"Is she married?", I asked.
[...]
I cut his throat and Wasp-Sting's steel scraped against tendon and gristle. then sliced through their resistance so that blood sheeted down my mail coat. [...]
I looked down at *Name*'s dying twitches, then up at his companion, *Name*. "Is Gisela married?", I demanded of him.
"Under church law", *Name* began, stammering slightly, then he paused and looked at Wasp-Sting's blade. "She is not married, lord."