But you will love one only.
I see the woman on whom your fate depends, yet not clearly--it may be, because my desire is so great to see her face.

But she is tall and moves like a queen.

She goes clad in white like a bride and her arms are held out to you.
"But another shall love you, and between them two there is darkness and hate, from which come bursting clouds of fire, bringing forth lightnings and angers and deadly jealousies! "Again I see you, great, honored, and sitting on a high seat.

The woman whose face I cannot distinguish is beside you, clothed in a robe of purple.

And, yes, she wears a crown on her head like the coronet of a queen." Ysolinde withdrew her eyes gradually from the ink-pool, as if it were a pain to look yet a greater to look away.