Quoth Lahfilirost the Burg-grave, 'Sir Knight, thou shalt tell to me If thine hand Rassalig hath vanquished?' 'Then our land from all strife is free; For he of the Moors is chieftain, the men of true Eisenhart Who have brought unto us such sorrow--But now shall our woe depart, 'Twas a wrathful god who bade him thus seek us with all his host, 685 But his weapons to naught are smitten, and to folly is turned his boast!' Then he led him in (ill it pleased him) and there met then the royal maid, And she loosened the bands of his vizor, and her hand on his bridle laid, To her care must the Burg-grave yield it: nor his squires to their task were slack, For they turned them about, and swiftly they rode on their master's track. 690 So men saw the queen so gracious lead her guest thro' the city street Who here should be hailed the victor--Then she lighted her on her feet, 'Ah me! but thy squires are faithful! Fear ye lest your lord be lost? Without ye shall he be cared for; take his steed, here am I his host!' And above found he many a maiden: then her hands of dusky hue 695 The queen set unto his harness, and disarmed the knight so true. And the bed-covering was of sable, and the couch it was spread so fair, And in secret a hidden honour they did for the knight prepare, For no one was there to witness--The maidens they might not stay, And the door was fast closed behind them, and Frau Minne might have her way. 700 So the queen in the arms of her true love found guerdon of sweet delight, Tho' unlike were the twain in their colour, Moorish princess and Christian knight!