And thy honour as mine.
Listen—listen!
The swallows are calling,
And I hear the great rivers
Running to the sea.”
The dusk deepened. They clasped hands, and sat looking into each other’s eyes, and at the dark waters of the mere. The glow died out of the west; night came like the dew.
A moon was climbing when they rose and went up through the garden to the house.
“Isoult, I am your watchman to-night.”
“I shall sleep and not fear.”
Fulk had left flint and steel, tinder, and two torches ready on a bench in the hall. He struck a light, kindled the torches, thrust one into a cresset on the wall, and bore the other.