As I will make her truly my true wife.”
Then, howsoever patient, Yniol’s heart
Danced in his bosom, seeing better days. 505
And looking round he saw not Enid there
(Who hearing her own name had slipt away),
But that old dame, to whom full tenderly
And fondling all her hand in his he said,
“Mother, a maiden is a tender thing, 510
And best by her that bore her understood.
Go thou to rest, but ere thou go to rest