The supper done — brought sooner to a close

  Haply from their desire to feast their eyes —

  First of the set, Duke Aymon's daughter rose,

  And next the courier maid is seen to rise.

  With that the warder signs to one, that goes

  And many torches fires in nimble wise;

  Whose light on storied wall and ceiling fell.

  What followed shall another canto tell.