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 Go, Ganhardine, with tiding of the vow That bids me turn aside for one day's strife Or live dishonoured all my days of life, And greet for me in brother's wise my wife, And crave her pardon that for knighthood's sake And womanhood's, whose bands may no man break And keep the bands of bounden honour fast, I seek not her till two nights yet be past And this my quest accomplished, so God please By me to give this young man's anguish ease And on his wrongdoer's head his wrong requite.' And Tristram with that woful thankful knight Rode by the seaside moorland wastes away Between the quickening night and darkening day Ere half the gathering stars had heart to shine. And lightly toward his sister Ganhardine Sped, where she sat and gazed alone afar Above the grey sea for the sunset star, And lightly kissed her hand and lightly spake His tiding of that quest for knighthood's sake. And the white-handed Iseult, bowing her head, Gleamed on him with a glance athwart, and said, 'As God's on earth and far above the sun, So toward his handmaid be my lord's will done.' And doubts too dim to question or divine Touched as with shade the spirit of Ganhardine, Hearing; and scarce for half a doubtful breath His bright light heart held half a thought of death And knew not whence this darkling thought might be, But surely not his sister's work: for she