He said: "Now won is all our fight,
And now meseems all were but good
If thou mightst bring us from the wood."
She fawned upon him, face and breast;
She said: "It hangs 'twixt worst and best.
And yet, O love, if thou be true,
One thing alone thou hast to do."
Sweetly he kissed her, cheek and chin:
"What work thou biddest will I win."
"O love, my love, I needs must sleep;