… “My most dear and beloved Lady, what art or learning can perform,
with all due speed shall be accomplished,
for never shall rest take hold of my heart,
nor sleep close the lids of my eyes,
until I grasp the meaning of your wearisome dreams.”
Leaving his Lady in her Chamber, Sir Albert
set out for the solitary haunts of Kalyb-the-Wise,
Enchantress of the Woods, without any company,
save for one other Knight that bore under his arm a white lamb
which the two of them intended to offer up to the reputed enchantress.
After two days, they came to a thicket beset with old, withered, hollowed-out trees,
and were greeted from within by such a dismal croaking of Night Ravens,
that it seemed rather a wilderness of furies than any worldly habitation.
By this sign, they knew it to be the enchanted vale of Kalyb, the Lady of the Woods.
Moving into the middle of the thicket, they came to a cave,
with across it an iron gate and on the gate hung a brass horn
for them to blow and so alert the sorceress to their presence.
After first offering their lamb with great humility before the postern of the cave,
they blew on the brass horn, the sound of which seemed to shake the foundation of the earth,
and after which, they heard a loud and hollow voice, that uttered these words;
The mysterious oracle, being repeated twice more,
the two Knights were satisfied with this as an end to their quest…