"For another month?" said she.

"Till the gate be mended," said he.

But when the gate was mended there came another flood and
brake the second gate. And when that was mended there came
another flood and brake the third gate. So when all three
were mended firm and fast, being bound with iron, still the
grimly river hurled over the dam, and the voice of Flumen
muttered in the dark of winter nights, "Yet will I
mar--mar--mar--yet will I mar Mill and Maid."

"Oho!" said Martimor, "this is a durable and dogged knave.
Art thou feared of him Lirette?"

"Not so," said she, "for thou art stronger. But fear have
I of the day when thou ridest forth in thy quest."

"Well, as to that," said he, "when I have overcome this
false devil Flumen, then will we consider and appoint that
day."

So the delay continued, and Martimor was both busy and
happy at the Mill, for he liked and loved this damsel well,
and was fain of her company. Moreover the strife with Flumen
was great joy to him.