Nay, speak not.

I know your oath, nor would I tempt you to its breaking.

But, Sir Godwin, a woman such as the lady Rosamund cannot love two men," and as she spoke Masouda strove to search his face while the shaft went home.
But Godwin showed neither surprise nor pain.
"So you know what I have known for long," he said, "so long that my sorrow is lost in the hope of my brother's joy.

Moreover, it is well that she should have chosen the better knight." "Sometimes," said Masouda reflectively, "sometimes I have watched the lady Rosamund, and said to myself, 'What do you lack?
You are beautiful, you are highborn, you are learned, you are brave, and you are good.' Then I have answered, 'You lack wisdom and true sight, else you would not have chosen Wulf when you might have taken Godwin.

Or perchance your eyes are blinded also.'" "Speak not thus of one who is my better in all things, I pray you," said Godwin in a vexed voice.
"By which you mean, whose arm is perhaps a little stronger, and who at a pinch could cut down a few more Saracens.