And O, if my thanks might be fruitful to thee!
And her bosom heaved, and the sobs came, and the tears began to run
down her cheeks. And he hung his head before her. But in a while
she left weeping, and turned about her face and looked round the
field of deed; and she said: Who is yonder slim green warrior who
hath even now knelt down by Viridis? Is it not a woman? Arthur
reddened: Yea, said he; it is Birdalone. Thy love? she said. He
said swiftly: Yea, and thy friend, and this time thy deliverer. So
it is, she said. It is five years since I beheld her. My heart
yearns for her; I shall rejoice at the meeting of us.
She was silent, and he also a while; then she said: But why tarry we
here in idle talk when he is yet bound, and in torment of body and
soul; he the valiant, and the kind and the dear brother? Come, tarry
for no question. And she stepped out swiftly along the green road
going westward, and Arthur beside her; and as they went by Viridis,
lo! Aurea had wandered unto them, and now was Birdalone unhelmed and
kissing and comforting her.
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