You were Jason and Theseus and Perseus.

You were Sir Bors and Sir Percival and Sir Lancelot.

And I knew it was just waiting--Fate." "My sweet, my sweet," he murmured, kissing her hair.
"And the time you came, when I was so ugly," she went on, "and so overgrown--I was sad then, because I knew you would not like me.

But the winds and the night were good to me.

I have grown, you see, so that I am now more as you would wish, but everything has been for you from that first day in the tree--our tree." That between two lovers the thing could be a game never entered her brain.