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So said Isoult, kneeling and crying Whatever else she may have

touched in her who listened, she touched her curiosity The old woh, below her left

breast there was a small red wound, and upon it a drop of fresh blood

Mrs Ursula took the wet face between her two chapped hands and

laughed at it, not unkindly

"My bonny lass," said she, "if this be all thou hast to tell me it

will not stay my son Falve Here in this forest we think little of the

giving of rings, but

stopped at the ringing, fro at

all Doubt not this knight of thine will never return; they never do

return, my lassie Neither doubt but that Falve ed thee faster

than any ring can do And as for thy scratch and crying heart, ain to stanch the one and still the other For

that is a rows late"

There was nothing for it but to obey Her gaot into bed and Ursula followed

Then as she lay there quaking, crying quietly to herself, her heart's

e went on that bid her trust Trust! What could she trust? The

thought shaped itself and grew clearer every minute; the answer pealed