There's the truth out, though it's a familiar truth to you ever since I held you in my arms beneath the stars upon the road to Ala." "It was known to me a day before," said she; "but it was known to you so long ago as that night in the garden." "Oh, before then," cried Wogan.
"When?
Let the whole truth be known, since we know so much." "Why, on that first day at Ohlau." "In the great hall.

I stood by the fire and raised my head, and our eyes met.

I do remember." "But I had no thought ever to let you know.

I was the King's man-at-arms, as I am now;" and he burst into a harsh laugh.

"Here's madness! The King's man-at-arms dumps him down in the King's chair! I had a thought to live to you, if you understand, as a man writes a poem to his mistress, to make my life the poem, an unsigned poem that you would never read, and yet unsigned, unread, would make its creator glad and fill his days.