And he gave them wise counsel, and took ink, and wrote a little writ offering the King what Tristan said.
That night Tristan took the road. Once more he saw the marble well and the tall pine-tree, and he came beneath the window where the King slept, and called him gently, and Mark awoke and whispered: "Who are you that call me in the night at such an hour?"
"Lord, I am Tristan: I bring you a writ, and lay it here."
Then the King cried: "Nephew! nephew! for God's sake wait awhile," but Tristan had fled and joined his squire, and mounted rapidly. Gorvenal said to him: "O, Tristan, you are mad to have come. Fly hard with me by the nearest road."
So they came back to the Hermitage, and there they found Ogrin at prayer, but Iseult weeping silently.