“’Tis well! then guide me homeward straight; but mark, in yonder vale, The cross that glimmers silently amid the moonlight pale. That silent form is eloquent;--I must the voice attend, That warns me by the holy fane my homeward course to wend. III. “Nay, wherefore by the chapel, dearest lady, should we go? The path, methinks, is rough.” “Dares a servant answer so? Thou should’st my will obey.” “Well, well, it shall be done;” So down the mountain, arm in arm, the lovers now have gone. IV. “Don Gayferos, Don Gayferos, by the crucifix we stood, And wherefore was thy head not bow’d in meek humilitude?” “Donna Clara, Donna Clara, on thy beauteous hands I gazed, Wherein, just then, that wreath of flowers was gracefully upraised.” V. “Don Gayferos, Don Gayferos, but when the grey-hair’d priest So piously from heaven invoked a blessing on his guest, Say wherefore wert thou silent?”--“Dearest lady, on mine ear, Thy silvery voice alone did sound; no other could I hear.” VI. “Don Gayferos, Don Gayferos, would’st thou leave the chapel now, Nor with water from the holy font sign the cross upon thy brow?” “I had not mark’d the holy font; for from thine eyes so bright, A dazzling radiance fell on mine, that blinded me with light.” VII. “Nay, nay, thou art my servant still; then hear what I command! As I have done, so in the font, dip reverently thy hand; And therewith sign thy forehead.”--With a shudder and a frown The silent knight has turned away, and through the forest flown! Thus began the Spaniard’s story. Then he changed the music and measure to a strain somewhat sad and solemn, describing how, on the following night, Don Gayferos once more brought the Lady Clara, by the notes of a well-known serenade, to the window, and how she conjured him to say who he was; above all, whether he were a Spaniard or Moor, an Infidel or Christian. To this at length he answers, that he is no Christian, but a Moorish king, who loves her ardently; who has great treasures and numberless soldiers; who would place her with him on his throne, and entertain her in all regal magnificence, at his palace of Alhambra, and in the flower-gardens of Grenada. She leaves her room, and comes angrily forward on a terrace-walk of the castle, intending to reproach him; but he joins her there, and scarcely has she pronounced a few harsh words ere she falls fainting into his arms. Thereafter he places her before him on his horse, and rides rapidly away through the dark shades of the forest.