Loose thy tresses of golden hair:
I, thy old grandmother, am here,
till I drew you up?’
And the other pigeon answered,—
‘Si, signora, I remember it now.’
And as the young king heard the second pigeon say ‘Si, signora, I remember it now,’ he, too, remembered having been in a doorless tower, and having sung such a verse.
‘Do you remember,’ continued the first pigeon, ‘how happy we were together after I drew you up into that little room where I was confined, and you swore if I would come with you we should always be together and never be separated from each other any more at all?’
And the second pigeon replied,—
‘Ah yes! I remember it now.’
And as the second pigeon said ‘Ah yes! I remember it now,’ there rose up in the young king’s mind the memory of a fair sweet face on which he had once gazed with loving eyes, and of a maiden to whom he had sworn lifelong devotion.