“I will,” said the boy, and he went on to say, “This figure that you see here on horseback, covered with a Gascon cloak, is Don Gaiferos himself, whom his wife, now avenged of the insult of the amorous Moor, and taking her stand on the balcony of the tower with a calmer and more tranquil countenance, has perceived without recognising him; and she addresses her husband, supposing him to be some traveller, and holds with him all that conversation and colloquy in the ballad that runs⁠—

If you, sir knight, to France are bound,

Oh! for Gaiferos ask⁠—

If you, sir knight, to France are bound, Oh! for Gaiferos ask⁠—