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When Tristan had kept the vow he had sworn in the past over Columbe's grave, he was as a man who had battled at night through a stormy sea, to behold once more the calm and broadening splendour of the dawn. Jocelyn his arch-enemy was dead. The clouds had lightened about Tristan's soul; his heart hungered for Rosamunde, and for that golden head bowed down beneath the pathos of the past.
Tristan rose at daybreak and took leave of Blanche, who walked early in the island garden. There was a sadness on the woman's face, the noble fortitude of one whose heart was hungry and whose dreams were dead. Yet she could play the mother to Tristan in his love, even as a good woman who imprisons herself seeks joy in the joy of others, contentment in their content. Her eyes grew full of light as Tristan came to her and commended Columbe's body to her care.