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A witch of deep seduction.—Cast her forth. The strange, unnatural union of two bloods, Adverse and hostile, most abhorred is. The heart of every warrior of your name Rises against it. Yea, the grave calls out, And says it may not be.—Nay, shrink not, chief, When I again repeat it,—cast her off.

Art thou a man? and bidst me cast her off, Bound as I am by sacred holy ties?

Bound as thou art by that which thou regardest As sacred holy ties; what tie so sacred As those that to his name and kindred vassals The noble chieftain bind? If ties there be To these opposed, although a saint from heaven Had bless'd them o'er the cross'd and holy things, They are annull'd and broken.

Ay, Lochtarish; Sound doctrine hast thou uttered. Such the creed Of ancient warriors was, and such the creed That we their sons will with our swords maintain.