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Morris, William, 1834-1896

"The Water of the Wondrous Isles"

And therewith he departed, and she laid her down in her
smock alone, and slept anon, and was dreamless and forgetting
everything till the sun was up in the morning.

CHAPTER XVI. YET A DAY AND A NIGHT THEY TARRY IN THE DALE

Birdalone awoke when the sun came into the bower to her, and stood up
at once, and went down to the river and washed the night off her; and
then, when she was clad, called on the knight to come to her; and he
came, looking downcast and troubled; so that Birdalone thought within
herself: It is well, he will do my will.
She stood before him, and gave him the sele of the day, and he looked
on her sorrowfully. Then she said: Now is come the time when I am
to ask thee to take me back to the Castle of the Quest and my own
people. He was not hasty to answer her, and she spake again: This
must thou do, or else take me to the Red Hold and deliver me to the
tyrant there; and I have heard it from thine own mouth that will be
nought else than casting me into shame and torment and death. And I
deem thou canst not do it.


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