“Is this a dream?”
“It is the truth.”
Presently she gave a great sigh, and looked strangely at the sun. Her voice came soft as music over water.
“I have dreamed a dream,” she said, "and all was dark and fearful. Death seemed near, and shadows, and things from hell. I knew not what I did, nor where I wandered, nor what strange stupor held my soul. All was dark about me, horrible midnight peopled with foul forms. It has passed; now, I behold the dawn."
The man lifted up his voice and wept.
“My God! my God! out of hell hast thou brought my soul. Never again shall my vile lips blaspheme.”
And Igraine comforted him.
“Shall I not be your wife?” she said.
THE END