I know that I am only a rough soldier-man, full of faults, not holy and learned like Godwin.

Yet I swear that I would be a true knight to you all my life, and, if the saints give me grace and strength, do great deeds in your honour and watch you well.

Oh! what more is there to say ?" "Nothing, Wulf," answered Rosamund, lifting her downcast eyes.
"You do not wish that I should answer you, so I will thank you--yes, from my heart, though, in truth, I am grieved that we can be no more brother and sister, as we have been this many a year--and be going." "Nay, Rosamund, not yet.

Although you may not speak, surely you might give me some little sign, who am in torment, and thus must stay until this time to-morrow.

For instance, you might let me kiss your hand--the pact said nothing about kissing." "I know naught of this pact, Wulf," answered Rosamund sternly, although a smile crept about the corners of her mouth, "but I do know that I shall not suffer you to touch my hand." "Then I will kiss your robe," and seizing a corner of her cloak, he pressed it to his lips.
"You are strong--I am weak, Wulf, and cannot wrench my garment from you, but I tell you that this play advantages you nothing." He let the cloak fall.
"Your pardon.