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He came and sat by the side of her, blinking into the fire for some minutes without a word. "Well, friend," said Maulfry at last, "and what do you want with your servant at such an hour? For though I am not unused to have guests, it is seldom that you are of the party in these days." Galors, who never made prefaces, told her everything, except the real rank and condition of Isoult.
Exactly in front of Isoult he planted his forefeet, thence he looked down from his height upon her. She had always loved the deer, and was not now afraid; but she covered herself with her hair. The king stag smelt her over, beginning at her feet.
He began to question her, and this time she told him everything he asked her, except why she was called Isoult la Desirous. As to this, she persisted that she could not tell him. He took it good-temperedly, with a shrug. "I see something mysterious in all this, child," said he, "and am not fond of mysteries. But I married thee to draw thee from the hangman and not thy secrets from thee.
For the rest, he is very strong. Ask, then, what you will now, my child, and doubt nothing." Isoult bent her head and shut her eyes for the great essay. What could she say? What did she want? She was kneeling by Prosper's side, his hand held hers a happy prisoner. "Mary, let him take me! Saint Isidore, let him take me all, all, all!" This was what she panted to Heaven.
He and she were together, lying under the stars in the open wood with his drawn sword between them, set edgeways as it had always been. He lay awake, but Isoult was asleep, and moaning in her sleep. The sound was like voiced sighs which came quickly with her breath.
So you must even save yourself as you can and leave here straightway, for I may not help or aid you in any way." Then Sir Tristram said: "Lord, I thank you for your great kindness unto me, and I know not how I shall repay the great goodness that my Lady Belle Isoult hath showed to me.
"That was your last jump, my friend," quoth he, "but I hope there are no more of you. It is a game that not always answers." It was while he was away upon this errand that Isoult thought she saw a tall woman in a black cloak half-hidden behind a tree.
You are not hurt? Tired?" "All safe. Not tired now. What will she do next?" "Ah, there! She is for High March. That I know. She means to find you there. She means mischief. You must take great care. You have never seen her in mischief. I have. Oh, Christ!" He winced at the recollection. "I will go advisedly," said Isoult. "Have no fear for me. I shall be there before she is." Vincent sighed.
A certain Melot, a black-eyed girl, plump, and an easy giggler, avowed in strict confidence to her room-fellow that night, that her fate had been told her by a Bohemian a slight and dark-eyed youth was to be her undoing. You will readily understand that this was duly reported by the room-fellow to Balthasar, and by him to Isoult, following the etiquette observed in such matters.
The place was dense with the fog of it; it was some time, therefore, before Prosper could leave blinking and fit his eyes to see the occupants of his lodging.... Isoult, he saw, stood in the middle of the room leaning on the table with both her hands; her bead was hanging, and her hair veiled all her face.
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