“Lady,” said the servitor, “I will do your bidding.  We shall never receive from any fowler on earth such another bird as this.  The swan is fit to serve at a royal table, for the bird is plump as he is fair.”

The varlet put the swan in his lady’s hands.  She took the bird kindly, and smoothing his head and neck, felt the letter that was hidden beneath its feathers.  The blood pricked in her veins, for well she knew that the writing was sent her by her friend.  She caused the fowler to be given of her bounty, and bade the men to go forth from her chamber.  When they had parted the lady called a maiden to her aid.  She broke the seal, and unfastening the letter, came upon the name of Milon at the head.  She kissed the name a hundred times through her tears.  When she might read the writing she learned of the great pain and dolour that her lover suffered by day and by night.  In you—­he wrote—­is all my pleasure, and in your white hands it lies to heal me or to slay.  Strive to find a plan by which we may speak as friend to friend, if you would have me live.  The knight prayed her in his letter to send him an answer by means of the swan.  If the bird were well guarded, and kept without provand for three days, he would of a surety fly back to the place from whence he came, with any message that the lady might lace about his neck.

When the damsel had considered the writing, and understood what was put therein, she commanded that her bird should be tended carefully, and given plenteously to eat and to drink.  She held him for a month within her chamber, but this was less from choice, than for the craft that was necessary to obtain the ink and parchment requisite for her writing.  At the end she wrote a letter according to her heart, and sealed it with her ring.  The lady caused the swan to fast for three full days; then having concealed the message about his neck, let him take his flight.  The bird was all anhungered for food, and remembering well the home from which he drew, he returned thither as quickly as his wings might bear him.

He knew again his town, and his master’s house, and descended to the ground at Milon’s very feet.  Milon rejoiced greatly when he marked his own.  He caught the bird by his wings, and crying for his steward, bade him give the swan to eat.  The knight removed the missive from the messenger’s neck.  He glanced from head to head of the letter, seeking the means that he hoped to find, and the salutation he so tenderly wished.  Sweet to his heart was the writing, for the lady wrote that without him there was no joy in her life, and since it was his desire to hear by the swan, it would be her pleasure also.

For twenty years the swan was made the messenger of these two lovers, who might never win together.  There was no speech between them, save that carried by the bird.  They caused the swan to fast for three days, and then sent him on his errand.  He to whom the letter came, saw to it that the messenger was fed to heart’s desire.  Many a time the swan went upon his journey, for however strictly the lady was held of her husband, there was none who had suspicion of a bird.