Here
may'st thou rest awhile ere we bring thee to Canalise."
"But, messire," answered Yolande, clasping Jocelyn's hand, "no mind have I
to go to Canalise."
"Then alack for me, fair lady, for needs must I carry thee there within the
hour along of my motley brother. Meanwhile here within yon bower thou
shalt find cushions to thy repose, and all things to thy comfort and
refreshment."
"O Sir Robert! O for a comb!" she sighed.
"Expectant it waiteth thee, lady, together with water cool, sweet-perfumed
essences, unguents and other nice, lady-like toys. Moreover, there be
mirrors two of Venice and in pretty coffer--" But Yolande had vanished.
Hereupon Robin led the way into a cool, arras-hung cave where was table set
out with divers comfortable things both eatable and drinkable.
Quoth Jocelyn, hunger and thirst appeased: "And now good Robin, what do
these envoys from Brocelaunde? Why am I thy prisoner and wherefore must I
to Canalise?"
"Ha!" saith Robin, cocking merry eye, "and thy name is Joconde, the which
is an excellent name, brother, and suiteth thee well, and yet--hum!
Howbeit, friend, remember Robin loved thee for the Fool he found thee,
that same Fool foolish enow to spare a rogue his life.
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