On Nial. “Isabel—.” “Who dared to harm?”
Quoth Nial, flashing terrible wrath, then gleans
From the old man, how, sleeping, the alarm
Reached him that she was torn away by a stranger’s arm,
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And then to horse, and galloped out of sight,
But none knew whither—none who dared aspire.
Swift to his steed leapt Nial airy light,
His nostril panting with excitement dire,
His lips compressed with fearful purpose—ire