‘My serfs and vassals, through the halls,
Will sleep till morning light;
Nor can they deem that, in my walls,
I welcome such a knight.
‘My husband, fond of martial fray,
To distant lands is gone,
And may the Moors prolong his stay,
Regret here left he none.’
—‘They are my own, I need not fear
Those kneeling slaves of thine,