'Fair Saxon, This Is Destiny'

I found her a roomy hollow in the rocks, and there had cut with my dagger and made a bed of rush s. And when darkness fell, we talked for a time by the cheerful blaze. Without surprise, i heard that though true saxon in name and face, there was some british blood in her veins. O strange, eternal powers who set the goings and comings of humanity. What is the meaning of this wild riddle you are reading me? I said presently aloud to myself. Why am i thus chosen for this uncertain immortality? When will this long drama, this changeful history of my being end?