Yet do you forgive, and mayhap I shall rest." Then I strove to speak, bidding him know that I forgave, but I could not, and he seemed to grow more sad, watching me yet.

And when I saw that, I made a great effort, and stretching my hand towards him signed the blessed sign in token that that should bid me forgive him, so leaving my hand outstretched towards him.
And then his face changed and grew brighter, and he took my hand in his, as I might see, though I could feel nought but a chill pass on it, as it were, and spoke again, saying: "It is well, and shall be, both with you and me.

And when you need me I shall stand by you once again and make amends." Then he was gone, and my hand fell from where his had been, and straightway I slept again in a dreamless sleep till Wulfhere roused me in the full morning light.
And in that light this matter seemed to me but a dream that had come to me.

Yet even as I should have wished to speak to Alswythe's father, had I done, and I would not have had it otherwise.

Then the dream in a way comforted me, being good to think on, for I would not willingly be at enmity with any man, or living or dead.