the grass nearby, and the Lady lying there like an image
that could move no whit, though the world awoke about her.
Then he remembered, yet scarce all, so that wild hopes swelled
his heart, and he rose to his knees and turned to her,
and called to mind that he should never see her alive again,
and sobbing and wailing broke out from him, for he was young
and strong, and sorrow dealt hardly with him.

But presently he arose to his feet and went hither and thither,
and came upon the quenched coals of the cooking-fire: she
had baked cakes for his eating, and he saw them lying thereby,
and hunger constrained him, so he took and ate of them while
the tears ran down his face and mingled with the bread he ate.
And when he had eaten, he felt stronger and therefore was life
more grievous to him, and when he thought what he should do,
still one thing seemed more irksome than the other.

He went down to the water to drink, and passed by the body
of the Knight of the Sun, and wrath was fierce in his
heart against him who had overthrown his happiness.
But when he had drunk and washed hands and face he came
back again, and hardened his heart to do what he must needs do.
He took up the body of the Lady and with grief that may not
be told of, he drew it into the cave, and cut boughs of trees
and laid them over her face and all her body, and then took
great stones from the scree at that other end of the little plain,
and heaped them upon her till she was utterly hidden by them.
Then he came out on to the green place and looked on the body
of his foe, and said to himself that all must be decent
and in order about the place whereas lay his love.