“Que nos fagays juramento Qual vos lo querrán tomar, Vos y doce de los vuesos, Quales vos querays juntar, Que de la muerte del Rey Non tenedes que culpar.... Ni tampoco della os plugo, Ni a ella distes lugar.”[193] The same reliance on its efficacy is shown in a little ballad by Audefroi-le-Bâtard, a renowned _trouvère_ of the twelfth century:— LA BELLE EREMBORS.[194] “Quand vient en mai, que l’on dit as lons jors,” etc. In the long bright days of spring-time, In the month of blooming May, The Franks from royal council field All homeward wend their way. Rinaldo leads them onward, Past Erembors’ gray tower, But turns away, nor deigns to look Up to the maiden’s bower. Ah, dear Rinaldo! Full in her turret window Fair Erembors is sitting, The love-lorn tales of knights and dames In many a color knitting. She sees the Franks pass onward, Rinaldo at their head, And fain would clear the slanderous tale That evil tongues have spread. Ah, dear Rinaldo! “Sir knight, I well remember When you had grieved to see The castle of old Erembors Without a smile from me.” “Your vows are broken, princess, Your faith is light as air, Your love another’s, and of mine You have nor reck nor care.” Ah, dear Rinaldo! “Sir knight, my faith unbroken, On relics I will swear; A hundred maids and thirty dames With me the oath shall share. I’ve never loved another, From stain my vows are free. If this content your doubts and fears, You shall have kisses three.” Ah, dear Rinaldo! Rinaldo mounts the staircase, A goodly knight, I ween, With shoulders broad and slender waist, Fair hair and blue eyes keen. Earth holds no youth more gifted In every knightly measure; When Erembors beholds him, She weeps with very pleasure. Ah, dear Rinaldo! Rinaldo in the turret Upon a couch reposes, Where deftly limned are mimic wreaths Of violets and of roses. Fair Erembors beside him Sits clasped in loving hold, And in their eyes and lips they find The love they vowed of old! Ah, dear Rinaldo!