XV
Rialmar Vindemiatrix
curbing of the hippogriff a queen fancy-free ride in the forest: sudden light vandermast's wayside garden the house of peace naiad and dryad and oread 'sparkling-throned heavenly aphrodite' spring-scents of ambremerine whirlpool and a new stillness '. . . with an immortal goddess: not clearly knowing' 'swift-flying doves to draw you' meditation among nymphs by firelight the rose and the adamant summer night: antiope autumn dusk: the storing and the brooding.
Queen Antiope proclaimed for Michaelmas day a day's delight and pleasure, to ride a-hawking. That was a brisk sweet autumn morning. Lessingham, booted and ready at his window, sniffed the air. Amaury came in: bade him good morrow. 'Well,' said Lessingham to that reproving eye: 'what now?' Amaury took a looking-glass from the wall and held it for him.
'Is there a smudge on my nose? Is my beard awry?' He leaned to survey himself with a mock solicitudeness.
Amaury set down the glass. 'O think not I care a flea, though old Bodenay and a dozen more of 'em shall be killed right out, with your denying them all respite and very sleep. But, for your own self—'