Henceforward Simon, in the castle walls
Thou must abide, for since that lying tale
Was published that thou art a sorcerer,
Peril awaits thine every step outside.
Simon:
My heart is sore indeed to find that men
In ignorance assail a proffered aid
Whose only object is to do them good.
Grand Master:
Those who, by grace of lofty spirit-powers,