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But Ivan threw his cloak away and shouted: "Your clubs, coht is on!"

Then it was fine to see the lepers throwing their capes aside, and stirring their sick legs, and brandishing their crutches, so all; but to strike the that Tristan killed Ivan, but it is a lie Too s Gorvenal indeed, snatching up an oak sapling, crashed it on Ivan's head till his blood ran down to his misshapen feet Then Tristan took the Queen

Henceforth near him she felt no further evil He cut the cords that bound her ared into the wood of Morois; and there in the thick wood Tristan was as sure as in a castle keep

And as the sun fell they halted all three at the foot of a little hill: fear had wearied the Queen, and she leant her head upon his body and slept

But in the ood arrows plureat archer, and he shot his, struck flint, and lit a great fire to cook the venison And Tristan cut hiarnished it with leaves And Iseult slept upon the thick leaves there

So, in the depths of the ood began for the lovers that savage life which yet they loved very soon