They were as waters rippling in the sun-glow.
"Without you there is no light in the heavens, no beauty in the earth, no hope or glory in the future, no joy in my heart.

My sword threatens me, dear love, when I think of losing you." She turned, quickly, with almost a look of surprise.
"It is beautiful," said she, with a sigh; "but is there no more?
Think, dear, noble knight; do think of more!" She was near forgetting her plan.

He took her in his arms and kissed her.
"Think--think of more," said she, "and I will dance the tourina." There was a note of gladness in her voice.

It rang merry as a girdle of silver bells.

Now, on the floor near them was a golden square of sunlight, and, tabret in hand, she sprang up and began to dance in it.
She moved swiftly back and forth, her arms extended, her white robe flowing above the sapphires in each purple fillet on her ankles.
"Now, dear Vergilius, tell me, why do you love me ?" she said, throwing herself upon the cushions near him with glowing cheeks.
"Because you are Arria.