“He was passing well-favoured.”
“Alas! he saved my life, and I had not time to thank him.”
“The moon shone upon the jewelled mounting of his sword.”
“And his robe that was broidered with peony flowers—my peony flowers.”
“Lady, the hour grows very late.”
“Well, then, untie my girdle.”
“You look pale, lady.”
“Small marvel, I am weary.”
“Lady, what of the young Lord of Ako?”
“What of him? Why, I have not seen him. Enough, let be—no more of him. Alas! I am drowsy, I know not what I say.”