Message #191855

[Victoria Liss]

Then came the white Isolt with Marian
Forth from her place, and stood beside the dead
Sir Tristram, crying, "He is mine, none else
May claim him dead, for he was mine, not hers;"
Whereat the king star'd full upon her. Face
And voice alike he knew not, but some thought
That she too was by Tristram wrong'd, mov'd him
To growl in churlish answer,