But the King held her by her ermine cloak, and she sat down again.
And as the King had his fill of the fool he called for his falcons and went to hunt; and Iseult said to him:
“Sire, I am weak and sad; let me be go rest in my room; I am tired of these follies.”
And she went to her room in thought and sat upon her bed and mourned, calling herself a slave and saying:
“Why was I born? Brangien, dear sister, life is so hard to me that death were better! There is a fool without, shaven criss-cross, and come in an evil hour, and he is warlock, for he knows in every part myself and my whole life; he knows what you and I and Tristan only know.”
Then Brangien said: “It may be Tristan.”
But—“No,” said the Queen, “for he was the first of knights, but this fool is foul and made awry. Curse me his hour and the ship that brought him hither.”
“My lady!” said Brangien, “soothe you. You curse over much these days. May be he comes from Tristan?”
“I cannot tell. I know him not. But go find him, friend, and see if you know him.”
So Brangien went to the hall where the fool still sat alone. Tristan knew her and let fall his club and said: