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Aye, but the King's decree?

Oh, the King's decree! You know as well as I that the King's decree is but little heeded here in the uplands. Were the King's decree to be enforced, many a stout fellow among us would have to pay dear both for bride-rape and for man-slaying. Come this way, I would fain know where Signë—?

Oh, speak! Say on! For sweeter far Such words than sweetest music are.

Signë, my flower, my lily fair!

I am dear to him—I!

As none other I swear.

And is it I that can bind your will! And is it I that your heart can fill! Oh, dare I believe you?