We reached it by the stairs in the northwest tower. When I entered the room, a large bed in an alcove awaited me, where I let myself be overcome by sleep. I must have fallen asleep, for soon I thought I was being carried along a bright path, and on a beautiful summer's afternoon I found myself by a fountain. There a fresh young girl was taking her bath.
Hidden behind some bushes, I discovered Love. I didn't dare to make a gesture for fear of seeing her run away.
It was the murmur of the fountain, through the open window, that drew me out of my reverie. Love had fled. I got up in pursuit.