Thy palfrey carried thee home; thy palfrey bore thee here.

But to our chamber, my wife, I carry thee, alone." She would sooner have gone on her own feet; but her joy this day, was to give him all he wished, and as he wished it.
As he bent above her, she slipped her arms around his neck.

"Then carry me, dear Heart," she said, "but do not let me fall." He laughed; and as he swung her out of the seat, and strode across the great hall to where the western glow still gleamed from the doorway of his mother's chamber, she knew of a sudden, why he had wished to carry her.

His great strength gave him such easy mastery; helped her to feel so wholly his.
On the threshold of the chamber he paused.
Bending his face to hers, he touched her lips with exceeding gentleness.

Then spoke in her ear, deep and low.