17.

So having said, she knit

Her body up to work her soul’s desire,

And rush at once amid the thickest fire.

A sudden cry withheld her, . . Kailyal, stay!

Child! Daughter! I am here! the voice exclaims,

And from the gate, unharm’d, through smoke and flames

Like as a God, Ladurlad made his way;

Wrapt his preserving arms around, and bore

His Child, uninjur’d, o’er the burning floor.