And the dank, foul air was sweetened
With the orange-buds’ perfume,
And the starry eyes of jewels shone amid the sullen gloom!
Then uprose the gloomy Otto—
Sternly wrinkled was his brow;
“Why this sudden, strange intrusion
On the Holy Vehm’s seclusion?
Why thus wildly comest thou,
Noble lady, claiming vengeance from the Brothers of the Vow?”
“There is one among your order