word, Yes,
unto me,
then is
all well.
But if
not, then
do I
depart
from
Greenharbour
straightway,
and take
the
youngling
with me to
hang him
up on the
first
tree. Be
wise, I
pray
thee." And
therewith
he went
his ways.
But
Goldilind,
being left
alone a
little,
rose up
and paced
the
chamber to
and fro,
and her
tears and
sobbing
ceased;
and a
great and
strange
joy grew
up in her
heart,
mingled
with the
pain of
longing,
so that
