Then her eyes sought the lips of the lake, and rested on a little bight
some stone’s throw ahead of the Sending Boat, where, a little back from
the water, slim willows made a veil betwixt the water of the meadow;
and she looked, and saw how pleasant a place it were for a one to stand
and look on the ripple just left, while the water dripped from the
clear body on to the grass. And her bare feet fell to telling her clad
sides of the sweet coolness of the water, and waited for no naysay, but
lightly bore her toward the willowy bight. And when she was there, she
did off her sallet and ungirt her, and laid her sword on the grass, and
did off her surcoat and hauberk, and so was a woman again in one white
coat above her smock. Then she looked heedfully betwixt the
willow-boughs, and saw no more than before, nought but a little
whitethorn brake, now white indeed with blossom, some fifty yards
landward from where she stood. So she laughed, and did off her other
raiment, and slid swiftly into the water, that embraced her body in all
its fresh kindness; and as for Birdalone, she rewarded it well for its
past toil by sporting and swimming to her full.
Then she came forth from the water, and clad herself in no great haste,
and did on her hauberk and sallet and sword, and so went back to her
place, and sat down and began to do on her foot-gear.
But as she looked up from her work a moment, lo! a tall man coming
toward her, and just about the willows whereby she had bathed. Her
heart beat quick and her face changed, yet she hastened, and was shod
and stood up in knightly array by then he stayed his steps some five
paces from her, and gave her the sele of the day in courteous wise; and
she strove to think that he had not seen her, or at least noted her
otherwise dight; yet her heart misgave her.
He was a grizzled-haired man of over fifty summers by seeming, but
goodly enough and well-knit; he was clad in a green coat more than a
little worn, but made after the fashion of knighthood; he had nought on
his head but an oak-chaplet, and no weapons but a short sword by his
side and a stout staff in his hand.
She gave back his greeting in a quavering voice; and he said: Welcome
again, young man. Art thou come to dwell with us? Truly thou art trim
now, but ere some few months thine attire will be not so much fairer
than ours, and thine hauberk will be rusted, for here be no joyous
tiltings nor deeds of arms, and no kind ladies to give the award of
honour, so that if we fight amongst ourselves it will be because we
have fallen out, and spitefully. Yet (and he laughed, mockingly, as she
thought) thou mayst bring us luck, and draw some fair damsels unto us,
for that is what we await in this isle, which is barren of their fair
bodies, despite of its deceitful name.
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