"According to his fortune," said Lancelot, "and by the lady's favour, he may."
"Well, then," said Sir Martimor, taking Lirette by the hand, "this Maid is to me liefer to
have and to wield as my wife than any dame or princess that is christened."
"What, brother," said Sir Lancelot, "is the wind in that quarter? And will the Maid have
thee?"
"I will well," said Lirette.
"Now are you well provided," said Sir Lancelot, "with knighthood, and a castle, and a
lady. Lacks but a motto and a name for the Blue Flower in thy shield."
"He that names it shall never find it," said Sir Martimor, "and he that finds it needs no
name."
So Lirette rejoiced Sir Martimor and loved together during their life-days; and this is the
end and the beginning of the Story of the Mill.
