'Submit we then to force,' said Clare, 'But let this barbarous lord despair 940 His purposed aim to win; Let him take living, land, and life; But to be Marmion's wedded wife In me were deadly sin: And if it be the King's decree, 945 That I must find no sanctuary, In that inviolable dome, Where even a homicide might come, And safely rest his head, Though at its open portals stood, 950 Thirsting to pour forth blood for blood, The kinsmen of the dead; Yet one asylum is my own Against the dreaded hour; A low, a silent, and a lone, 955 Where kings have little power. One victim is before me there.-- Mother, your blessing, and in prayer Remember your unhappy Clare!' Loud weeps the Abbess, and bestows 960 Kind blessings many a one: Weeping and wailing loud arose, Round patient Clare, the clamorous woes Of every simple nun. His eyes the gentle Eustace dried, 965 And scarce rude Blount the sight could bide. Then took the squire her rein, And gently led away her steed, And, by each courteous word and deed, To cheer her strove in vain. 970 XXXIII. But scant three miles the band had rode, When o'er a height they pass'd, And, sudden, close before them show'd His towers, Tantallon vast; Broad, massive, high, and stretching far, 975 And held impregnable in war. On a projecting rock they rose, And round three sides the ocean flows, The fourth did battled walls enclose, And double mound and fosse. 980 By narrow drawbridge, outworks strong, Through studded gates, an entrance long, To the main court they cross. It was a wide and stately square: Around were lodgings, fit and fair, 985 And towers of various form, Which on the court projected far, And broke its lines quadrangular. Here was square keep, there turret high, Or pinnacle that sought the sky, 990 Whence oft the Warder could descry The gathering ocean-storm. XXXIV.