Be content! thou hast slain him who stood in thy way, as thou deemedst.

Thinkest thou that I rejoice at his slaying?
O no! I grieve at it, for all that I had such good cause to hate him." He said: "My own heart! my own heart! Half of my heart biddeth me slay thee, who hast made me slay him.

What wilt thou give me ?" She knit her brow and spake angrily: "Leave to depart," she said.

Then after a while, and in a kinder voice: "And thus much of my love, that I pray thee not to sorrow for me, but to have a good heart, and live as a true knight should." He frowned: "Wilt thou not go with me ?" said he.

"Not uncompelled," she said: "if thou biddest me go with threats of hewing and mangling the body which thou sayest thou lovest, needs must I go then.