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Thou shalt be Master, that thou mayest destroy
them!
Will they not recognise?—Thou hid'st in vain.
Though like the serpent's were thy body changed,
Yet of the past would in thy soul remain
Many things still,—truly they cleave to me.
Though after burial thou shouldst return,
Then, even then, would the Crusaders know
thee!"
The knights attend,—'tis the recluse's voice;
They look upon the grate; she bending seems,
Towards the earth she seems her arms to stretch.
To whom? The region is all desert round;
Only from far strikes an uncertain gleam.
In likeness of a steely helmet's flame,
A shadow on the earth, a knightly cloak;—
Already it has vanished. Certainly
'Twas an illusion of the eyes, most certain
It was the rosy glance of mom that gleamed.
For morning's clouds now rolled away from earth.

"Brothers!" spoke Halban, "give we thanks to
Heaven,
For certain Heaven's decree hath led us here;
Trust we to the recluse's prophet voice.