pale none the less, when a lion and a tiger were let loose to battle for their lives.
"Now even while they glared on each other ere they closed, the 'Scornful Ladye' dropped her glove between the beasts of prey Quoth she, with a mocking smile, ''An I had a bachelor here who loved me well, he would fetch me back this glove that the wind hath blown from my hand.'
"Then the 'Patient Knight' made no more ado, but drew his good sword and leapt lightly down into the Carrousel, where he picked the glove from the earth, and returning scatheless to his place, laid it in silence at her feet.
"Then the 'Scornful Ladye' wept sweet and happy tears; for his great love had conquered at last, and she would follow him meekly now to the end of the world.
"But she shed bitter tears on the morrow, when he rode into the lists with another's
