risen to his hind legs, fenced with his great paws like a boxer, and smote the axe out of her hand, and she cried out bitterly and swerved from him and fell a running again; but the bear tarried not, and would have caught her in a few turns; but even therewith was Ralph come up, who thrust the beast into the side with his long-headed spear, and not waiting to pull it out again, drew sword in a twinkling, and smote a fore-paw off him and then drave the sword in over the shoulder so happily that it reached his heart, and he fell over dead with a mighty thump.

Then Ralph looked around for Ursula; but she had already run back to the river-side and was casting her raiment on her; so he awaited her beside the slain bear, but with drawn sword, lest the other bear should come upon them; for this was the he-bear.  Howbeit he saw naught save presently Ursula all clad and coming towards him speedily; so he turned toward her, and when they met he cast himself upon her without a word, and kissed her greedily; and she forbore not at all, but kissed and caressed him as if she could never be satisfied.

So at last they drew apart a little, and walked quietly toward the rock-house hand in hand.  And on the way she told him that even as she came up on to the bank from the water she saw the bear coming down on her as fast as he could drive, and so she but caught up her axe, and ran for it:  “Yet I had little hope, dear friend,” she said, “but that thou shouldst be left alone in the wilderness.”  And therewith she turned on him and cast her arms about him again, all weeping for joy of their two lives.

Thus slowly they came before the door of their rock-house and Ralph said:  “Let us sit down here on the grass, and if thou art not over wearied with the flight and the battle, I will ask thee a question.”  She laid herself down on the grass with a sigh, yet it was as of one who sighs for pleasure and rest, and said, as he sat down beside her:  “I am fain to rest my limbs and my body, but my heart is at rest; so ask on, dear friend.”

The song of birds was all around them, and the scent of many blossoms went past on the wings of the west wind, and Ralph was silent a little as he looked at the loveliness of his friend; then he said:  “This is the question; of what kind are thy kisses this morning, are they the kisses of a friend or a lover?  Wilt thou not called me beloved and not friend?  Shall not we two lie on the bridal bed this same night?”

She looked on him steadily, smiling, but for love and sweetness, not for shame and folly; then she said:  “O, dear friend and dearest lover, three questions are these and not one; but I will answer all three as my heart biddeth me.  And first, I will tell thee that my kisses are as thine; and if thine are aught but the kisses of love, then am I befooled.  And next, I say that if thou wilt be my friend indeed, I will not spare to call thee beloved, or to be all thy friend.  But as to thy third question; tell me, is there not time enough for that?”