The people knew their Lord.
Then what a shout
Rung through the valley! From their clay-built nests,
Beneath the overbrowing battlements,
Now first disturb’d, the affrighted martins flew,
And uttering notes of terror short and shrill,
Amid the yellow glare and lurid smoke
Wheel’d giddily. Then plainly was it shown
How well the vassals loved their generous Lord,
How like a father the Asturian Prince