"You have lived there for hundreds of years.
You were under a spell, and I came and broke it.

If I hadn't cut my foot, you would have been there still.

Do you really think you can lift me?
And what shall you do when you come to cross the rocks?
They are much too slippery to walk on." He stooped to raise her, still smiling.

"Have no fear, mademoiselle! I know these rocks by heart." She laughed with a child's pure merriment.

"Oh, I am not afraid, _preux chevalier_.