In an old oak chest, in an up-stairs room
Of poor papa’s castle, was kept an heir-loom,
An enchanted net, made of iron links,
Which was brought from Palestine, she thinks,
By her great grandpapa, who had been a Crusader;
If she had but got that, she was sure it would aid her.
Sir Eppo, kind man,
Approves of the plan;
Says he’ll do all she wishes as quick as he can;
Begs she wont fret if the time should seem long;