How good is
that! said Hugh. And yet, if it might but be that Baudoin were yet
alive for us to seek! Then he laughed and said: These be but sorry
garments wherewith to wend along with dear and fair ladies, brother!
Nay, said Arthur, that may soon be amended, for yonder, where sword
met sword, lieth raiment abundantly on the grass. Fie on it! said
Hugh, laughing; shall I do on me the raiment of those lousy traitors?
Not I, by the rood! Thou must seek further for my array, dear lad!
So they all laughed, and were glad to laugh together. But Atra said:
It is easier even than that, for thine own fair garments and weapons
shall we find if we seek them. Sooth to say there was none left to
bear them off, save it were this man, or Birdalone his mate.
With that word she looked kindly on Arthur, and again they laughed
all three; though forsooth they were well-nigh weeping-ripe; one for
joy, and that was Hugh; one for memory of the days gone by; and one
for the bitterness of love that should never be rewarded; albeit dear
even unto her was the meeting of friends and the glory of forgiveness
and the end of enmity.
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