So that their eyes grew bright at my approach
And faded when I left them; thus it was.
But I and Merow had not yet drawn close
To one another; for when one advanced
The other tarried, so we vexed ourselves
With sudden heats, and sudden coldnesses,
Making each other sensitive and quick
In our resentment. Then one evening
There came a messenger from Fredegonde
To Merow, and he left our company,