"And they feed you?"
"Yes."
"Ah," said Isoult, "then I shall be at peace till my lord comes, if there are no men."
"Have you a lord, a lover?"
"Yes, he is my lord, and I love him dearly."
"We have none. What is your name?"
"I am called Isoult la Desirous."
"Because you are a lover?"
"Yes. I am a lover."
"I will never love a man," said Belvisée rather gravely. "All men are cruel."