Moreover, though I go, yet will I
return anon, an life be mine."
"And wherefore go ye, brother?"
"First to seek my comrade."
"Thy comrade--ha! I mind him, a fierce great fellow with hawk's beak and a
fighting eye. And whither trend ye?"
"To Canalise."
"Art crazed, brother? 'Tis there death waiteth thee!"
"Yet must I go, Robin, since there my heart waiteth me."
"A maid, brother?"
"A maid, Robin."
"Heigho! So wilt thou go, come joy, come pain, come life or death, since a
maid is made to make man saint or devil, some days glad and some days sad,
but ever and always a fool. And thou art Fool by profession, and, being
lover professed and confessed, art doubly a fool; and since, good Folly,
love's but folly and thou, a Fool, art deep in folly, so is thy state most
melancholy."
"And dost think love so great folly, Robin?" said a soft voice, and,
looking round, they beheld the lovely, dark-tressed Melissa, who viewed
them bright-eyed and pouted red mouth, frowning a little.
"Aye, verily, lady," laughed Robin, as she sank on the grass beside them.
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