That spotless maid, born but to be a star
To human eyes?
La. Alb. Nay, born to be my shame,
And constant, killing fear!
Hub. She will be safe.
Roland de Born, who now will guard this castle,
Holds Glaia as the heart in his own body.
Ay, she is safe,—but if the danger nears,
She'll be conducted back to Greenot woods——
La. Alb. Roland de Born? What knows he?