'Moreover, I have given him the chance of eternal life.' Then with a cry--'Oh, Gaston, let us get to the South, see the sun fleck the roads, smell the oranges! Let us get to the South, man! It seems I have entertained an angel.

And now that I have given her wings, and now that she is gone, I know how much I love her.

Speed, Gaston! We will go to the South, see Bertran, and make some songs of good women and men in want!' 'Pardieu,' said Gaston.

'I am with you, Richard, for I am in want.

I have eaten nothing for two days.' So they rode out of the woods of Saint-Pol-la-Marche, and Richard began to sing songs of Jehane the Fair-Girdled; never truly her lover until he might love her no more..