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[...] Already, on the boat, Iseut is torn between love and resentment:She wanted himr, and could not, irritated in her heart by this tenderness more painful than hatred ». L'un et l'autre redoutent «the horror of the first confession »: « She puts her arm on Tristan on the shoulder; tears extinguished the ray of her eyes, her lips trembledrent. The Friend, what is it that troubles you ? » She replied: 'The love of you.' » But they cannot fight against a passion that dominates them and makes them happy: « The lovers clasped each other; in their beautiful bodies trembled desire and life. [...]
[...] Shouldn't Tristan be living at the king's palace, with a hundred young nobles around him, who would be part of his household and serve him to be knighted? Shouldn't he, riding through the courts and baronies, seek wages and adventures? But, because of me, he forgets all chivalry, exiled from the court, hunted in this wood, leading this wild life ? » C'It is therefore with Iseut's full consent that Tristan returns this one to Marc and renounces their physical union. [...]
[...] While their love was absolute, one has therefore caused the other the greatest sorrow. However, their passion, begun under the sign of the marvelous, the mystery, continues thanks to a magical event: « ?during the night, a green and leafy vine sprouts from Tristan's tomb, with strong branches and fragrant flowers, which, rising above the chapel, sinksand in Iseut's tomb. The people of the land cut the vine: the next day it renews itself, just as green, just as flowered, just as lively, and plunges again into Iseut the Blonde's bed. [...]
[...] Each one had recognized the beauty of the other and the princess had even fallen in love with the knight. Her anger expresses itself when she has to give up on him: « Iseut the Blonde was quivering with shame and anguish. Thus Tristan, having conquered her, was now scorning her; the beautiful tale of the Golden Hair was nothing but a lie, and it was to another that he was delivering her?» But she didn't'Having no other choice but to obey, while Tristan devoted himself entirely to his mission. [...]
[...] When Marc discovers the truth, Tristan seems to suffer more from having lost the love of his uncle than being in great danger, but his desire for Iseut is even more powerful: « ?King Marc was no longer coming, and Tristan lamented: 'Certainly, dear uncle, my body now emits the stench of a more repulsive poison, and your love can no longer overcome your horror.' But, unrelentingly, in the ardor of fever, desire drove him, like a runaway horse, towards the well-closed towers that held the queen imprisoned; horse and rider crashed against the stone walls; but horse and rider got up again and again took the same ridee » The physical and sentimental gift of the'one to the other is absolute, neither one nor the other fears death: when Tristan is led towards the pyre, Iseut cries out, almost mad with anxiety: 'three youoh, friend, for you to be saved, it would be great joy ' » In the forest, exposed to all mortal dangers, 'They love each other, they do not suffer ». SENTIMENTS TO UNION Tristan and Iseult seem have become, thanks to the filter, not only one body but a mutual echo. After two years spent outside the world, each one begins to feel concern for the fate they have made for the other. [...]
