He went back in and wept upon her sleeve. She woke and smiled. "Back to that grafted tree Tomorrow noon I must return. I'll leave     You then. I hope I won't be long. But do not grieve xviii              "For me, my love. Where you are I will be." "It's true," he thought. "Her nephew wouldn't lie. But whether dead or taken she's not free." He pleaded with her, "Dear, I can't see why We shouldn't call the knights to fortify The orchard?" She, however, said, "Dismiss Your men. They'll be to no avail if I Decide to leave. Please let me handle this."    She pressed his hands and tried to calm him with a kiss. xix      She slept till dawn. His lashes never met. He thought, "If Hades summons her to where The dead reside, I'll die without regret. But if at noon she's taken in some snare This Faerie King has set, how will I bear To live while she's a captive in his land?" Ere noon she donned her robes. She looked so fair And not afraid. She left. But close at hand    Crept Orfeo, behind him knights at his command. xx    Upon the bed of leaves Etain lay down. Behind each tree he kept a guard at bay. She gently pressed a wrinkle in her gown As Orfeo cried out in her dismay, "Is this some sacrifice? Don't go away!" He felt, not for the first time, jealousy. "I cannot think my love you would betray." And when no shadow shone, "Have faith in me!"    She cried and disappeared as did the grafted tree. 

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