GANDALF. We meet in time.
[Stops.]
GANDALF. Tell me this one thing more: What warrior is it rests beneath the mound?
BLANKA. I do not know.
GANDALF. You do not know, and still You scatter flowers on the hero's grave.
BLANKA. My father led me here one morning early And pointed out to me the fresh-made mound, Which I had never seen upon the strand. He bade me say my morning prayers out here, And in my supplications to remember Those who had harried us with sword and fire.
GANDALF. And you?
BLANKA. Each morning from that day to this I sent a prayer to heaven for their salvation; And every evening flowers afresh I wove Into a garland for the grave.
GANDALF. Yes, strange! How can you pray thus for your enemy?
BLANKA. My faith commands me.