"It is years since they told me he was dead among the heathen, fighting by the Lord Baldwin's side.

But I can see him as if it were yesterday, when he rode into these streets in spring with April blooms at his saddle-bow.

They called him Phadbus in jest, for his face was like the sun....

Willebald, good dull man, was never jealous, and was glad that his wife should be seen in brave company.

Ah, the afternoons at the baths when we sported like sea-nymphs and sang merry ballads! And the proud days of Carnival where men and women consorted freely and without guile like the blessed in Paradise! Such a tide for lovers!...