“I will bring them in.”

“And be shot for your pains!”

“I shall put on my harness. It is stout stuff. They can shoot till they have emptied their quivers.”

He knotted the bandage, kissed her fingers.

“Isoult!”

She turned to him, stooping a little, her eyes all a-kindle.

“Six men could not say you nay!”

“Because of one woman!”

“Ah—ah!”

She kissed him, with passion, her eyes half closed.