Such was the madness of love...with me.

With the Swift One it was different.

She was very wise.

She did not take any real risks, and I remember, on looking back across the centuries to that wild love-chase, that when the pigs delayed me she did not run away very fast, but waited, rather, for me to take up the pursuit again.

Also, she directed her retreat before me, going always in the direction she wanted to go.
At last came the dark.