TRISTAN AND ISEULT
She ran to where Tristan lay wounded, and with the sword above him she cried:
"You are that Tristan of the Lyonesse, who killed the Morholt, my mother' brother, and now you shall die in your turn."
Tristan strained to ward the blow, but he was too weak; his wit, however, stood firm in spite of evil and he said:
"So be it, let me die: but to save yourself long memories, listen awhile. King's daughter, my life is not only in your power but is yours of right. My life is yours because you have twice returned it me. Once, long ago: for I was the wounded harper whom you healed of the poison of the Morholt's shaft. Nor repent the healing: were not these wounds had in fair fight? Did I kill the Morholt by treason? Had he not defied me and was I not held to the defence of my body? And now this
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