You know it now.

There is nothing more to tell.

Will you wait here until he comes?
Will you look on, and be glad to see me die?
Will you remember in the years to come with satisfaction that you saw the witch killed for her many misdeeds, and for the chief of them all--for loving you ?" The Wanderer had listened to her words, but the tale they told was beyond the power of his belief.

He stood still in his place, with folded arms, debating what he should do to save her.

One thing alone was clear.
She loved him to distraction.