But what avail their valor and their will
Against hard hunger, now our larder lacks,
And lacks the Convent, too, whereon we leaned?
And Addanc comes to-morrow morn; the truce
For our one day's deliberation done.
If he prevail—the thought is like hot hands
Here on my brain!—his oath is 'that the night
Shall see me given over to his grooms.'"
She wept with tremblings. Then said Peredur:
"Go, dry thy tears, my sister. And this Earl—