Yet not a dungeon; for the day
Through lofty gratings found its way,
And rude and antique garniture
Deck’d the sad walls and oaken floor;
Such as the rugged days of old
Deem’d fit for captive noble’s hold.[343]
“Here,” said De Brent, “thou mayst remain
Till the Leech[344] visit him again.
Strict is his charge, the warders tell,
To tend the noble prisoner well.”