He answered not, for sore grief smote him, remembering her hand in his but a little while ago.

And again she hurried on, and he followed her.
When he came up with her she said: "And thou, didst thou woo me as a Queen ?" "Lady," he said, "I wooed thee not at all; I was given to thee, would I, would I not: great joy was that to me." Then said she: "Thou sayest sooth, thou hast not wooed me, but taken me." She laughed therewith, as one in bitterness.

But presently she turned to him, and he wondered, for in her face was longing and kindness nought like to her words.

But he durst not speak to her lest he should anger her, and she turned her face from him again: and she said: "Wert thou given to me?
meseems I was given to thee, would I, would I not; the Queen to the Churl, the Wood-man, the Wolf-head." And again she rode on, and he followed, sick at heart and wondering sorely.
When they were riding together again, they spake not to each other, though she stole glances at him to see how he fared; but he rode on with knit brows and a stern countenance.

So in a while she began to speak to him again, but as if there were nought but courtesy between them, and neither love nor hatred.