Joyzelle.
(Stopping, astonished, before Lancéor.) What are you seeking?
Lancéor.
I do not know where I am.... I was seeking a shelter.... Who are you?
Joyzelle.
My name is Joyzelle.
Lancéor.
Joyzelle.... I am saying the name.... It is as caressing as a wing, the breath of a flower, a whisper of gladness, a ray of light.... It describes you completely, it sings in the heart, it lights the lips....
Joyzelle.