It lay in the power of this Gischalan to refuse further protection to her out of sheer spite if she made her disaffection too patent.
"O leader of hosts, canst thou be mummer, languishing poet, pettish woman and spoiled princeling all in one?
No! And I shall love the clanking of arms and thy mailed footsteps all the more if thou permittest me to look upon irresponsible folly while thou art absent." "Have thy way.

I have mine.

Furthermore, I wish to thank thee for the companion thou sentest me at breakfast.

He who dines alone with her, hath his table full.

Farewell.".