But the crafty Lunet persuades her mistress to swear that if the Knight of the Lion, who has fallen at variance with his lady, will come to the rescue, she will do all she can to reconcile the pair.

Which not ill-prepared "curtain" duly falls: leaving us comfortably assured that Ywain and his Lady and Lunet and the Lion (one wishes that these two could have made a match of it, and he must surely have been a bewitched knight) lived happily "Until that death had driven them down." This, it has been said, is a specimen of the pure romance; with little except incident in it, and a touch or two of manners.

It does not, as the others noticed above do, lend itself much to character-drawing.

But it is spiritedly told; though rougher, it is much more vigorous than the French original; and the mere expletives and stock phrases, which are the curse of these romances, do not obtrude themselves too much.

In this respect, and some others, it is the superior of the one coupled above with it, _Lybius Disconus_, which is closer, except in names, to the Beaumains story.