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“Nay, nay,” he said, “go backward: this too thy fate will have;
For thou art the wife of a king, and many a matter mayst save.
Farewell! as the days win over, as sweet as a tale shall it grow,
This day when our hearts were hardened; and our glory thou shalt know,
And the love wherewith we loved thee mid the battle and the wrack.”