Gormflaith (rising):
Pardon my troubled mind; you have taken my letter from me.
LEAR seats himself and takes GORMFLAITH'S hand.
Gormflaith:
Wait, wait — I might be seen. The Queen may waken yet.
Stepping lightly to the led, she noiselessly slips the curtain on that side as far forward as it will come. Then she returns to LEAR, who draws her to him and seats her on his knee.
Lear:
You have been long in coming:
Was Merryn long in finding you?
Gormflaith (playing with Lear's emerald):
Did Merryn ...
Has Merryn been ... She loitered long before she came,
For I was at the women's bathing-place ere dawn ...
No jewel in all the land excites me and enthralls
Like this strong source of light that lives upon your breast.