H. Rider Haggard,
Eric Brighteyes
“ Oh! Gudruda, since I was a child I have loved thee with a mighty love, and now thou art all to me. Better to die thus than to live without thee. Speak, then, while there is time.” “I will not hide from thee, Eric, that thy words are sweet in my ears.” And now Gudruda sobs and the tears fall fast from her dark eyes. “Nay, weep not. Dost thou, then, love me?” “Ay, sure enough, Eric.” “Then kiss me before we pass. A man should not die thus, and yet men have died worse.” And so these two kissed, for the first time, out in the snow on Coldback, and that first kiss was long and sweet. ”
