Yet, in verity, I to be even then able to perceive with mine
inward senses, how that the Maid did have a wondrous up-pouring of
love for me, but yet did be so perverse, and the more so, mayhap,
because that her love did so urge her unto loving admittings that I
did be her Man. And she, maybe, to have meant that she be the more
humble presently, but yet to go naughtily awhile more, and not,
indeed, to have had the power within her at that time, to have come
unto me, and cast off her waywardness, and askt that she be in mine
arms, as all my heart did desire.
And so, as I have told, I went silently, and mayhap with a
little dullness, that did be part of anger and part of hurt and
part of that same strange love-foolishness from which the Maid did
suffer. And truly, this doth be ver
