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In the first whiteness of the dawn they saw the boat at large: she went at rando seemed to live in her except the voice of the harp But as they neared, the air greeaker and died; and when they hailed her Tristan's hands had fallen lifeless on the strings though they still trembled The fishermen took him in and bore him back to port, to their lady as merciful and perhaps would heal him

It was that same port of Whitehaven where the Morholt lay, and their lady was Iseult the Fair

She alone, being skilled in philtres, could save Tristan, but she alone wished hiain (for her art restored him) he knew hi to hold his own and found good crafty words He told a tale of hoas a seer that had taken passage on aall the stars,-of how pirates had boarded the ship and of how, though wounded, he had fled into that boat He was believed, nor did any of the Morholt's ain, so hardly had the poison used it But when, after forty days, Iseult of the Golden Hair had all but healed hirace of youth returned, he knew that he ain before Mark the King