So here, as the venture telleth, they parted, those heroes twain, 765 And the Prince Orilus he sought him his pavilion and folk again. And glad were his faithful people with one mind when at last they saw Their lord and his gracious lady dwell in peace and in love once more. Nor longer was there delaying, the Duke he aside would lay His arms, and the rust and blood-stains from his face did he wash away; 770 By her hand he led the Duchess where atonement he fain would make, Weeping she lay beside him for joy, not for sorrow's sake. For such is the way of women, know ye not the saying well? 'Tearful eyes make sweet lips,' of such lore methinks I yet more might tell! For Love knoweth joy as sorrow, and he who the twain would weigh 775 In a balance shall find them equal an he testeth the scales alway! At peace were they now, full surely, forthwith to the bath they went, Twelve fair maidens they waited on her, with them had she shared her tent, They had tended her since, all guiltless, the wrath of her love she bare; (At night might she lie well covered, tho' by day she ill-clad must fare) 780 And joyful they bathed their lady--But now are ye fain to hear How Orilus won him tidings that King Arthur would now draw near. For thus spake a knight to his master, 'On a grassy plain I saw In fair and knightly order a thousand tents, yea, more, For Arthur the noble monarch, the King of the Breton's land 785 With a wondrous fair host of maidens his court holdeth nigh at hand; Methinks scarce a mile are they distant, nor shout of knights shall fail, On either side Plimizöl's waters their camp lies adown the vale.'