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He
held
her
by
touch
rather
than
by
sight
,
and
this
disembodiment
seemed
to
give
him
courage
.
"
I
seek
nothing
,
"
he
said
,
"
but
that
you
should
know
my
love
.
I
am
perplexed
with
coming
battles
,
but
so
long
as
you
’
re
in
life
there
’
s
nothing
can
daunt
me
.
I
would
not
have
you
smirched
with
the
stour
of
them
,
but
if
you
’
ll
let
me
think
of
you
and
mind
of
you
and
whiles
see
you
I
’
ll
be
as
strong
as
Samson
.
The
papist
cries
on
his
saints
,
and
you
are
the
saint
whose
name
is
written
on
my
heart
.
"
Still
she
did
not
speak
,
and
he
cried
out
in
alarm
.
"
Have
I
angered
you
?
Forgive
me
-
-
forgive
me
-
-
but
I
had
to
speak
.
Not
one
other
word
more
will
I
say
till
we
are
at
Calidon
door
.
"
Her
answer
,
when
it
came
,
was
strange
,
for
it
was
a
song
crooned
very
softly
:
"
It
’
s
love
for
love
that
I
have
got
,
And
love
for
love
again
.
"
A
great
awe
came
over
David
and
checked
his
breath
-
-
the
awe
of
one
who
sees
and
yet
does
not
believe
,
the
answer
to
a
hopeless
prayer
.
His
hand
tightened
on
hers
,
but
she
slipped
it
away
.
"
So
turn
,
"
she
sang
:
"
So
turn
your
high
horse
heid
about
And
we
will
ride
for
hame
,
my
love
,
