The faint sound of hooves ahead gives way

to deep jungle drums. The sound is jovial, and the light ahead

beckons you...

Still Peris boasts, "Step down, my hosts, and hear the hunting-horn,

Let men invade both wood and glade, we hunt the unicorn."

The stag led on from night to dawn, from sunrise into morn,

And in the shade of shadow glade, betrayed the unicorn.

She spoke to him; her voice was grim: "What have you done for pride?

You know and see your destiny and yet you turn aside.

You would betray me to my death and quite forsake your vow?

Then service lent without consent is all you do me now."