§3

All was still

When I broke the seal

In dwindling winter morning shades

I knew a ransom must be paid out

Apostasy, a curse on me?

The weaker vessel secure under grace of God

Matrimonial locks, skeleton key

She pursue

My gaze on her

A dance within a masquerade

The servant's ransom culled and laid out

Hereditary cornucopia (Hereditary cornucopia)

This dire desire for wealth

Lure of a prosperous well

"Disfigured child won't die young

The hearts of us all she has won

But you must leave here"

Silent curtsy, tearful bliss ("God bless you")

"Carnal shame, a secret treaty

The lovers' bond"