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“Get hence! get hence! there’s dwarfish Hildebrand;
“He had a fever late, and in the fit
“He cursed thee and thine, both house and land:
“Then there ’s that old Lord Maurice, not a whit
“More tame for his gray hairs—Alas me! flit!
“Flit like a ghost away.”—“Ah, Gossip dear,
“We’re safe enough; here in this arm-chair sit,
“And tell me how”—“Good Saints! not here, not here;
“Follow me, child, or else these stones will be thy bier.”
Summary
She earnestly asks him to go away; for there is present in the castle crooked and deformed Hildebrand who cursed him and his family, as well as his home and country, even in the fit of a fever which he recently had. There is also old Lord Maurice, who is not a bit gentle, inspite of his grey hairs. She entreats him to slip away and disappear like a ghost.
To her Porphyro replies: “Ah, dear god-mother, do not worry for we are quite safe where we are; he seated on this armchair and tell me how...” “Being greatly alarmed” the old woman cries out—“By the holy saints, not here, not here”, She asks him to follow her to a safer place, otherwise he is sure to be killed and buried under the stone there.