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Updated: May 29, 2025
"Good-morning, Isoult," said he. "Have I been long asleep?" "A few hours only, lord." "I am hungry. I must eat something." "Lord, I have milk for thee." He took the cup she tendered, looking at her. "Drink first, my child," he said. "Lord, I have drunk already." He drained the cup without further ado. "Good milk," he said when he had done. He took these things, you see, very much as they came.
Sometimes they spoke of Hauterive town and a castle there, sometimes of Wanmeeting and a high bailiff; but Goltres seemed most in Galors' mind. Finally they took the road to Wanmeeting. Isoult waited till the sound of the horses died in the swishing of trees, and then sped forward on her feet towards her lord. She knew she was near by, and would not risk time or discovery by catching her pony.
Then it was that Isoult found strength to shake free from her enemy, to run to Prosper, to clasp his knee, to babble broken words, entreaties for salvation, and to stoop to his foot and kiss it. "What is all this about, my child?" asked Prosper wondering. "Oh" cried the girl, "my lord! the monk seeks to do me a wrong, and a shame greater than all!" Prosper looked deeper into the quarry.
Then the Lady Belle Isoult smiled very wonderfully upon Sir Tristram so that her face appeared to shine with a great illumination of love. And she said: "Tristram, I will go with thee whithersoever thou wilt. Yea, I would go with thee even to the grave, for I believe that I should be happy even there, so that thou wert lying beside me."
If I make haste they can make it better; if I stay, how on earth shall I keep my convoy out of their teeth?" It was too late to wonder; even at that moment Isoult gasped and caught at his arm, leaning from her saddle to cling to him as she had done once before. But this was a danger not to be shamed away by a man armed.
"Tell me the sober truth by all the pains of Dies Irae," whispered her hostess. "Are you a maiden or none?" It was a shrewd torment that, double-forked. To deny was infamy, to affirm ruin. However, there was no escape from it: Isoult had never been a learned liar. "I am a maid, ma'am," she said in a whisper. "Cover yourself warm, my lamb, I'll twist him," said the delighted mother.
"That might not suit you, Isoult," said Belvisee. "Why should it not? Would it prevent my love to know him loved? I should love him all the more." "Hark!" cried Mellifont on a sudden. She laid her ear to the ground, then jumped to her feet. "Come to the herd, come to the herd," she whispered. Belvisee was on her feet also in a trice. Both girls were hot and bright.
"There goes a good soul," said Prosper. "Give me something to drink, child, I beseech you." Then it was time for them also to take the road. Isoult went away again, and returned leading Prosper's horse and shield; she brought an ass for herself to ride on. Curtseying to him she asked "Is my lord ready?" "Ready for anything in life, my child," said he as he took her up and put her on the ass.
"Some of them do not very lordly, I grant you. Your words touched me nearly. Be so good as to make yourself plain. Who is Isoult?" "Isoult la Desirous, my wife, Messire." "Your wife!" cried Prosper, grinding his teeth. "As good as that, my lord. I should have married her in the morning if my mother hadn't played the Turk on me." So he had the whole story out of him.
How Sir Tristram was sent by command of King Mark to go to Ireland to bring the Lady the Belle Isoult from Ireland to Cornwall and how it fared with him. So Sir Tristram came back again to Cornwall, and King Mark and all the knights and lords of the court of the King gave him great welcome and made much joy over him because he had returned safely.
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