Chapter 32 No.32

"My hope, my heaven, my trust must be,

535 My gentle guide, in following thee."

He crossed the threshold-and a clang

Of angry steel that instant rang.

To his bold brow his spirit rushed,

But soon for vain alarm he blushed,

540 When on the floor he saw displayed,

Cause of the din, a naked blade

Dropped from the sheath, that c