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106 [helping him to rise]. Come with me.

[He walks slowly, supported by her, till he comes to table. . But why am I so weak? Have I been ill? Sweetheart, why is it that I am so weak? [Sinks on to seat. [goes to table]. I'll dip this piece of bread into the wine, For that will make you stronger for the journey.

. Yes, give me bread and wine; that’s what I want, For it is hunger that is gnawing me.

[He takes bread from, hesitates, and then thrusts it back into her hand.

But, no; I must not eat it.

. Eat, Seanchan. For if you do not eat it you will die.

. Why did you give me food? Why did you come? For had I not enough to fight against Without your coming?

. Eat this little crust, Seanchan, if you have any love for me.

. I must not eat it—but that’s beyond your wit. Child! child! I must not eat it, though I die.

[passionately]. You do not know what love is; for if you loved, You would put every other thought away.