“In the cave, the forest, the plain, and ancient cities we never saw that we were steadfastly one.”
“We are steadfastly one.... O may that which is faint knowledge become knowledge shining like the sun!”
“Above, around, beneath, and through these modes and accidents—”
“Till modes and accidents melt away—”
“And the true gold is made.”
They sat before the fire and the wind beat and the rain poured.
The next day was high and clear. In the garden of the house that Tanneguy had given her, Beatrix and the two children and the tiremaiden Maeut played at ball. Came from the house the chamberlain Enric. “Lady, my lord has sent messengers from overseas!”
She went indoors, into hall. She knew the messengers, Robert of the Good Lance, a doughty knight, Hugh of the Mount, Conon the Clerk. “Greeting, Sir Robert and Sir Hugh! Greeting, Conon the Clerk!—How is my Lord Raymond?”
“He is well, lady, and in high fortune.”
“I am glad that he is well and in high fortune.... Did my letters come to him, telling him of war against lands and castle?”