[A sigh of relief goes up from all sides.]
Arthur.
Truly, nephew, ye have a mighty heart! [He presents the Stranger to the Knight.] Take her, and God be your speed!
Guinevere.
[To the assembled people.] Avoid! Avoid! Together will they be more at their hearts’ ease! [All go. The Queen continues, addressing the Stranger.] Lady, we will make ready in the goodliest wise that may be devised for the betrothal feast! [She and the King also go.]
[Left together Gawayne and Déliverance gaze on one another, then, involuntarily, the young man turns away and covers his face with his hands. He then resumes his interrupted task of polishing his shield. The Lady goes to him with a brisker step than we have yet seen her employ, and touches him on the shoulder. With a start and an ejaculation he looks up at her hopefully.]
Sir Gawayne.
Gramercy! The face in the shield!... Ah! [He sighs heavily.] ’Twas but a trick of fantasy! Woven of moonlight and dawn! [He goes on polishing.]
Déliverance.