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 “King Lamorake is my father, and, save him, Here is no King.”

As the thick fog is blown To tatters by strong wind, and leaves clear air, Her words brought light at last to Leon. “Oh, Out of the sea,” he cried, “in very truth Is risen the Queen of Love and Loveliness, Out of the sea my Queen! And I will bow Low as the grave; yea, I will beg so loud The stars at noon shall hear me, if thereby The promise sweetly closing-in thy strain, Wizard! ring rhymes with Truth. If it prove so, Oh, then, be blessed! Oh, then, not for Death— For Life, for Life, Gramercy!”

As he spake, Leon the dolorous laugh’d, and with him laugh’d Riance, her eyes tear-bright. And well he spake; For they two loved together all life long.