To my Courteous Friend--

My fair and courteous knight, may it please you to know that I

have received your tender and loving letter and ballads in the

which you make known to me that, unless you have speedy succour,

you will die. So I write you this letter in reply. If you feel

assured that it is on account of me that you are so ill at ease,

I am heartily sorry for it, for I would not be the cause of

sorrow to any one, and it grieves me the more in your case than

in that of any other, since so long time have I known you. But

when, dear friend, you ask of me to give you solace, I

understand not the meaning of your request, but so that you may

know my determination, be well assured that if you asked of me,

or I discovered that you meant, aught that would be dishonouring

or shameful, never would you obtain your desire, and wholly

would I banish you from me. Of this you can be certain, for

rather would I die than that, for aught in the world, I should

consent to soil mine honour. But if so it be that the love of a

lady, given honourably and without evil intent, can suffice you,

you may know that I am the one whom love has made disposed to

hold you in esteem, both now and for aye. And once again I make

confession unto you that, when I know of a surety that your

desire is satisfied with that which I am willing to grant, I

shall think on you as my one dearly loved friend, if I see your

loving purpose and goodwill continue. And if it be, as you have

declared in your aforesaid letter, that I can be the means of

your advancement in valour, I would ask of God no greater

favour. Therefore be pleased to write to me all your wishes in

the matter, but have a care, ne'ertheless, that no desire make

you false in aught which may hereafter prove to be anyways

contrary to that which you avouch, or wholly shall I banish you

from me. So I would that you put away from you all melancholy

and sadness, and be merry and contented and cheerful, but above

all I charge and enjoin you to be discreet, and, as far as in me

lies, I forbid you to concern yourself with the habit common to

many of your age, the which is, not to know how to keep aught

secret, and to make boast of being even more favoured than

others. And have a care that you reveal naught to friend or

companion, however intimate you may be, save what, for your aid,

it is needful that your best friend should know. And if you do

thus, and hold to it, you may be sure that love will in nowise

fail to bestow its favour on you in large measure. My dear and

good friend, I pray God to give you all that you can wish for,

for methinks not that this is beyond what is seemly.--Written in

gladsome mood,

Your friend.

When this letter was finished, my lady arose, and returned to my cousin.

And she gave it to him, and told him that, despite its contents, I must

no longer be sad, and that she would take pains to heal me of my

sickness, and ere long would appoint a day, hour, and place, when I

could without fail have speech with her, and that she sent the letter to

me with the message that she trusted herself in my hands, and charged me

to be no longer ill at ease.

Then he gave her thanks, and departed, and on his return he related unto

me how gracious and good he had found my lady to be. And I, who awaited

him with the fierceness and fervour of a great longing, held out my

hands with joy, saying, "I thank Thee, my God, for Thy mercy to me."

And he delivered the letter to me, and I, whom this filled with great

joy, straightway took it. And as soon as I had read it, I kissed it, I

think, an hundred times, and I read it, I assure you, not once only, but

more than twenty times, for never did I tire of this when I understood

its contents, the which cheered me. Wherefore I made merry, and ceased

to grieve, for I would be joyous, since my sweet lady so ordained. Thus

was hope wholly restored to me, and no longer had I fear of refusal as

had been my wont, but I desired to make answer to her letter. So I took

pen and paper, and pounce and ink, and withdrew me. Then gladly, and

without hindrance, I wrote in suchwise as I here set forth.

_To the Fairest of All_

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