He writhed and grinned with rage and apparent pain, and again approached me, but retreated sooner than before.

I heeded him no more, but hewed with a will at the tree, till the trunk creaked, and the head bowed, and with a crash it fell to the earth.

Then I looked up from my labour, and lo! the spectre had vanished, and I saw him no more; nor ever in my wanderings have I heard of him again." "Well struck! well withstood! my hero," said the lady.
"But," said the knight, somewhat troubled, "dost thou love the youth still ?" "Ah!" she replied, "how can I help it?
He woke me from worse than death; he loved me.

I had never been for thee, if he had not sought me first.
But I love him not as I love thee.

He was but the moon of my night; thou art the sun of my day, O beloved." "Thou art right," returned the noble man.