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 and much sweetness in the longing wherewith he longed for her.

So on the said day appointed he went to meet her, smiling and happy and fresh as a rose; and she was of like mien, and when they faced each other she smote her palms together as in the old childish time, and cried out: Ah! now the warrior is all ready and the minstrel is stuffed full of his tale, and happy shall be the hour. And even so it was.