are the brethren, and behind them stand
The young esquires to serve them, in a ring.
Konrad sat at the top; upon his left
The place was Witold’s,[8] with his leaders brave,—
One time their foe, to-day the Order’s guest,
Leagued against Litwa as their firm ally.
The Master, rising, gives the festal word,
“Rejoice we in the Lord!” The goblets gleamed.
“Rejoice we in the Lord!” cried thousand voices.
The silver shone, the wine poured forth in streams.