“My hawk can swim as well as fly! I, too, can swim—perhaps as fast as you, friend Fulk.”
“Perhaps faster. How didst sleep?”
“With good dreams. And now I am thinking that my lord will have a hunger.”
“As big as my love.”
“I must see to it.”
She returned to the house, and Fulk climbed out, dried himself by rubbing his limbs and body with his hands, and put on his clothes. He heard Isoult singing.
“I took my man a cup of wine,
For he is gay, and he is mine,
Sing, birds, sing;
The dawn is in,