'Now a _tenzon_ between you and me!' 'Let it be so,' says Richard; 'have at you.

I sing of the calm day, of the sweets of true love.' 'Accorded,' says the other.

'And I sing of the sours of false love.

Do you set the mode, prince of blood royal as you are.' Richard took the viol without after-thought and struck a few chords.

A great tenderness was in his heart; he saw Duty and himself hand in hand walking a long road by night; two large stars beaconed the way; these were Jehane's eyes.