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we crossed Alcántara With the Tagus falling, I was 'ware there came a voice At my shoulder calling. As we climbed the steep red path Red as smouldering ember— "You, you know this well," it said, "Do you not remember?"

Up the narrow cobbled streets Still it followed after, Whispering deeds that we had shared With a fierce low laughter. "Here you stabbed him and he fell With his sword a-clatter—