Sibylla’s PrayerThe land breathed free, new life was given to it by Grigorss’s firm unflinching hand. On the part called Rousselaere and Thorhout; towards the sea, once more flourished the useful flax, it was green upon peacefully tilled fields, and again the peasants in their rude joy danced in the taverns. New flocks fed on the slopes of Artoys rich in pasturage and gave wool for good cloths. Free were towns and castles, cleansed from the filthy foe, the damages repaired, and Sibylla, Grimald’s child, held court at Beaurepaire, where she had spent her childhood and her sinful youth. Hither, whence the sweet brother had to go in crusade and she herself, the blest-unblest, depart to hide herself in Sieur Eisengrein’s water-castle; hither irresistibly she had come; for in all of us is the w
