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 My hut lay deeply in a vale recessed, And never a soul seemed nigh When, reassured at length, we went to rest— My children, wife, and I.

But what was this that broke our humble ease? What noise, above the rain, Above the dripping of the poplar trees That smote along the pane?

—A call of mastery, bidding me arise. Compelled me to the door, At which a horseman stood in martial guise— Splashed-sweating from every pore.

Had I seen Grouchy? Yes? Which track took he? Could I lead thither on?— Fulfilment would ensure gold pieces three, Perchance more gifts anon.