A castle excellently done."
"Yea," quoth she, "There doth the mistress dwell.
What next thou seest shalt thou tell."
"What lookest thou to see come forth?"
"Maybe a white bear of the North."
"Then shall my sharp sword lock his mouth."
"Nay," she said, "or a worm of the South."
"Then shall my sword his hot blood cool."
"Nay, or a whelming poison-pool."
"The trees its swelling flood shall stay,