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Embraceth him our Chief, whom hugely please the well-remembered accents of Castile; seateth him near, and asketh him at ease anent the land and folk therein that dwell.
Even as flockt on Rhodopé the trees, to hear the Lover of the Damosel Eurydice, his lyre of gold resound, the Folk to hearken flockt the Moor around.