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Birdalone turned pale when she heard him speak of his lord; for fear
of the Red Knight had entered into her soul, so that now the flesh
crept upon her bones. But she enforced her to smile, and said: Yea,
and what would he do to thee were he ill-content with thy ways?
Forsooth, lady, said he, if he could spare me he would make an end of
me in some miserable way; nay, if he were exceeding ill-content, he
would do as much for me whether he could spare me or not; otherwise
he would watch his occasion, and so grieve me that what he did would
go to my very heart. Woe's me! said Birdalone, thou servest an evil
master. The knight answered not, and Birdalone went on speaking
earnestly: It is a shame to thee to follow this fiend; why dost thou
not sunder thee from him, and become wholly an honest man? Said he
gruffly: It is of no use talking of this, I may not; to boot, I fear
him. Then did Birdalone hold her peace, and the knight said: Thou
dost not know; when I part from thee I must needs go straight to him,
and then must that befall which will befall.


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