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Then rode one ruffian from the rest, clay-flecked From spur to plume with hurry; seized my rein, And--"What art thou," demanded, "who hast checked Our way and challenged?"--Then, with some disdain, Isolda, "Sir, my kinsman did expect Your captain here. What honor may remain To me I pledge for him. Hold off thy hands! He but attends me to the Moated Manse."