“Lo, right so as the love of Christ,” quoth she, “Made me thy brother’s wife, right in that wise Anon for mine allý here take I thee, Since that thou wilt thine idolës despise. Go with thy brother now and thee baptise, And make thee clean, so that thou may’st behold The angel’s face, of which thy brother told.”

Tiburce answér’d, and saidë, “Brother dear, First tell me whither I shall, and to what man?” “To whom?” quoth he, “come forth with goodë cheer, I will thee lead unto the Pope Urbán.” “To Urban? brother mine Valerián,” Quoth then Tiburce; “wilt thou me thither lead? Me thinketh that it were a wondrous deed.