[A Monk of Fife by Andrew Lang]@TWC D-Link bookA Monk of Fife CHAPTER XVI--HOW SORROW CAME ON NORMAN LESLIE, AND JOY THEREAFTER 12/22
And so, when we love, are we all, and the best of us are then the worst.
Verily the friendship of you and me is over and done; but for your part be glad, not sorry, for with all her heart and soul she loves you.
Else she had not been angered." "You must not speak, nor I hear, such words of my lady," I said; "it is not seemly." "Such words of your lady, and of Aymeric's lady, and of Giles's lady, and of myself were I any man's lady, as I am no man's lady, I will think and speak," said Charlotte, "for my words are true, and we maids are, at best, pretty fools, and God willed us to be so for a while, and then to be wiser than the rest of you.
For, were we not pretty, would you wed us? and were we not fools, would we wed you? and where would God's world be then? But now you have heard enough of my wisdom: for I love no man, being very wise; or you have heard enough of my folly that my mirth bids me speak, as you shall deem it.
And now, we must consider how this great feud may be closed, and the foes set at one again." "Shall I find out her lodgings, and be carried thither straightway in a litter? Her heart may be softened when she sees that I cannot walk or mount a horse ?" "Now, let me think what I should deem, if I had ridden by, unlooked for, and spied my lover with a maid, not unfriendly, or perchance uncomely, sitting smiling in a gallant balcony.
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