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 Since one, the tallest of the five, Took me from the palfrey's back, A weary woman, scarce alive. Some mutter'd words his comrades spoke: He plac'd me underneath this oak, He swore they would return with haste; Whither they went I cannot tell— I thought I heard, some minutes past, Sounds as of a castle bell. Stretch forth thy hand (thus ended she), And help a wretched maid to flee.

Then Christabel stretch'd forth her hand And comforted fair Geraldine, Saying, that she should command The service of Sir Leoline; And straight be convoy'd, free from thrall, Back to her noble father's hall.