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Though red my blood hath left its trail / For five far miles, I shall not fail, / As God in Heaven wills! -- / The way was long through that black land. / With sword on hip and horn in hand, / At last before thy walls I stand, / O Lady of the Hills!
No seneschal shall put to scorn / The summons of my bugle-horn! / No man-at-arms shall stay! -- / Yea! God hath helped my strength too far / By bandit-caverned wood and scar / To give it pause now, or to bar / My all-avenging way.