In this wise wore day after day till June began to wane, and then on a
time came Hugh unto Birdalone, and spake unto her and said: All we have
been talking together, and I am sent to ask thee what is in thy mind as
to abiding here or going elsewhither. For now that we be come together
again, not for all the kingdoms of the world would we sunder again; and
above all, none of us would leave thee, O my sister. But if thou wilt
come with me to our land under the Green Mountains, there is for thee a
pleasant place and a fair dwelling, and honour from all folk, and our
love that shall never leave thee; and I, and Arthur my brother, we
shall win fame together amongst the knighthood, and thou shalt be proud
and glad both of him and of me.
She said: And if I may not go with thee thither, what other way is
there to escape the sundering? Said Hugh: This, that thou choose in the
world what land liketh thee for a dwelling-place, and we will go with
thee and leave thee never, and thou shalt be our lady and queen. Then
he laughed and said: Yet, our lady, I have left behind me under the
Green Mountains certain things which I love, as two fair
women-children, and a squire or two whose fathers served my fathers,
and whose children I would should serve my children. And moreover I
have left there certain matters of avail, my wealth and livelihood to
wit. Wilt thou begrudge it if I must needs go fetch these, and bring
them to the land where thou dwellest, through whatever peril we may
have to face?
Dear art thou, she said, and my very friend, but tell me: how sorry
wouldst thou be to leave thine own land and follow after me for the
sake of one who is neither thine own true love nor of thy kindred? Said
he: Not so sorry that I should grudge against thee thereafter. Moreover
if that much of sorrow came to me, I should deem it not ill, lest I
grow so over-happy that the luck rise up against me and undo me.
She said, smiling on him kindly: Meseems that I am over-happy, whereas
I have such dear cherishing of noble friends. But now I will tell thee
all, and maybe thou wilt love me the less for the telling. In these
woods here, and lady and mistress of them, dwelleth one who is not of
the race of Adam. And she helped and cherished me and gave me wisdom
when I was tormented and accursed, and she it was who saved me from the
evil witch, and gave me the good hap to meet your loves and to fetch
you to their helping; and twice hath she saved me from mortal peril
otherwise. And she hath found me my love, thy brother Arthur, and
delivered him from unwit and wanhope; and she it is who drew all you
hither unto us, and who delivered you from the felons who had mastered
you. And I have sworn unto her that I would never wholly sunder me from
her; and how shall I break mine oath and grieve her, even had I the
will thereto, as God wot I have not? And she wept therewith.
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