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 So up she rose, and forth they pass'd, With hurrying steps, yet nothing fast; Her lucky stars the lady blest, And Christabel she sweetly said— All our household are at rest, Each one sleeping in his bed; Sir Leoline is weak in health, And may not well awaken'd be; So to my room we'll creep in stealth, And you to-night must sleep with me.

They cross'd the moat, and Christabel Took the key that fitted well; A little door she open'd straight, All in the middle of the gate; The gate that was iron'd within and without, Where an army in battle array had march'd out.