My foe’s the Ritter Bann.’——
The wafer to his lips was borne,
And we shrived the dying man.
“He died not till you went to fight
The Turks at Warradein;
But I see my tale has changed you pale.”—
The Abbot went for wine;
And brought a little page who poured
It out, and knelt and smiled:—
The stunned knight saw himself restored