And
Arthur, how can he choose but love me; and maybe we shall yet meet
again.
And therewithal she did at last bow down her head and fall to
weeping, and Viridis was moved by her tears and fell to kissing and
caressing her.
After a little Birdalone lifted up her head and spake again:
Moreover, how can I dare to abide him? didst thou not see how grim he
was to me when they delivered me and brought me back? and he with his
own lips told me so much, that it was because he doubted that I had
done amiss; and now if I do amiss again, even if it be at his
bidding, will it not be so that he will speedily weary of me, and
curse me and cast me off? What sayest thou, Viridis mine?
What is to say, said Viridis, save that thou hast broken my heart?
But thou mayst heal it if thou wilt take thy words back, and tell me
that thou wilt not sunder thee from us.
But Birdalone brake out weeping and lamenting aloud, and she cried
out: Nay, nay, it may not be; I must depart, and Atra hath smitten
me amidst of my friends. And Viridis knew not what to say or to do.
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