Rai. I but believe the deed
Done there of old. I had an ancestor—
Bertrand, the lion-chief—whose son went forth
(A younger son—I am not of his line)
To the wars of Palestine. He fought there well—
Ay, all his race were brave; but he return’d,
And with a Paynim bride.
Her. The recreant!—say,
How bore your ancestor?
Rai. Well may you think