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He that supper for is dight, / He lyes full cold, I trow, this night! / Yestreen to chamber I him led, / This night Gray-Steel has made his bed. / Sir Eger, Sir Grahame, and Sir Gray-Steel
On the summit of one of the heights of the Odenwald, a wild and romantic tract of Upper Germany that lies not far from the confluence of the Main and the Rhine, there stood many, many years since the castle of the Baron Von Landshort. It is now quite fallen to decay, and almost buried among beech trees and dark firs; above which, however, its old watchtower may still be seen struggling, like the former possessor I have mentioned, to carry a high head and look down upon the neighboring country.