Do not turn your head; do not deprive me of a shadow of your lashes, a gleam of your eyes: it is not the hours, but the very minutes that threaten our happiness....
Joyzelle.
I was seeking your smile....
Lancéor.
And your own meets mine in the first kiss that passes between our lips to unite our destinies.... It seems to me to-day as though I had always seen you and always clasped you and as though I were repeating, in reality, on the threshold of paradise, what I did on earth when embracing your shadow....
Joyzelle.
I used to embrace you at night when I embraced my dreams....
Lancéor.
I knew no doubt....