A slave may walk behind his angry lord.
Meanwhile the lights went out upon the table.
The knights had slumbered at the lengthy banquet,
But Konrad sings, and they awake again.
They stand, and, in a narrow circle pressed,
Attentive marked the ballad’s every word.
BALLAD.
ALPUJARA.
Ruined lie the Moorish cities,
Still the Moors upraise the sword;