has had mercy on him, for he was very leal and true and brave; he
loved many men, and was kind and gentle to his friends, neither did he
hate any but Swanhilda.

But as for us two, Margaret and me, I cannot tell you concerning our
happiness, such things cannot be told; only this I know, that we abode
continually in the Hollow Land until I lost it.

Moreover this I can tell you. Margaret was walking with me, as she
often walked near the place where I had first seen her; presently we
came upon a woman sitting, dressed in scarlet and gold raiment, with
her head laid down on her knees; likewise we heard her sobbing.

"Margaret, who is she?" I said: "I knew not that any dwelt in the
Hollow Land but us two only."

She said, "I know not who she is, only sometimes; these many years, I
have seen her scarlet robe flaming from far away, amid the quiet green
grass: but I was never so near her as this.

Florian, I am afraid: let us come away."


FYTTE THE SECOND

Such a horrible grey November day it was, the fog-smell all about, the
fog creeping into our very bones.

And I sat there, trying to recollect, at any rate something, under
those fir-trees that I ought to have known so well.