At once, with smiles and weeping, and glances backward thrown,
She left the castle of Matelan, with many a friendly maiden.
Her sorrows now were ended: nought before did ever maids so gladden.
[1701]
Hither men brought horses, saddled and fitly bred,
To bear her hence with her maidens; these their keepers led:
Light were all the breastplates, and golden-red each bridle.
I ween the ladies wished not longer far from home to linger idle.
[1702]
Many, with hair down-flowing, and decked with gold, rode there;