But it is a strange wilfulness of his not to come with me.

Did I not invite him kindly?
I believe that he can sing well, and he should have sung to me some gentle lullaby.

Since my mother has lived in a cloister, no one sings lullabies to me any more." At this tender recollection his eyes were bedewed with tears.

But he did not himself know what he had said besides, for there was wildness and confusion in his spirit.

They arrived at the Rocks of the Moon, and mounted up to the stone fortress.