V
Treats of Maugis D'Aigremont's Pottage
Maugis came forward, his eyes fixed hungrily upon Ettarre. "So a long struggle ends," he said, very quiet. "There is no virtue left, Ettarre, save patience."
"While life remains I shall not cease to shriek out your villainy. O God, men have let Guiron die!" she wailed.
"I will cause you to forget that death is dreadful, Ettarre!"
"I need no teacher now. . . . And so, Guiron is dead and I yet live! I had not thought that would be possible." She whispered this. "Give me your sword, Maugis, for just a little while, and then I will not hate you any longer."
The man said, with dreary patience: "Yes, you would die rather than endure my touch. And through my desire of you I have been stripped of wealth and joy and honor, and even of hope;
