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It was the Patron's day, a solemn feast; Komturs and brethren to the city ride; White banners wave upon the castle towers: Konrad invites the knights to festival.

A hundred white cloaks wave around the board, On every mantle is the long black cross,— These are the brethren, and behind them stand The young esquires to serve them, in a ring.

Konrad sat at the top; upon his left The place was Witold's, with his leaders brave,— One time their foe, to-day the Order's guest, Leagued against Litwa as their firm ally.

The Master, rising, gives the festal word, "Rejoice we in the Lord!" The goblets gleamed.