Chapter 13: Iseult of the White Hands

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌⁠Apart the lovers could neither live nor die, for it was life and death together; and Tristan fled his sorrow through seas and islands and many lands.

He fled his sorrow still by seas and islands, till at last he came back to his land of Lyonesse, and there Rohalt, the keeper of faith, welcomed him with happy tears and called him son. But he could not live in the peace of his own land, and he turned