Johann August Apel,
Forget Me Not
(1826)
“ A dismal silence of some seconds which followed this speech was suddenly broken by a ghastly laugh from the black knight, which shook the very walls of the castle. “This maiden,” cried he, “is mine; she gave herself to me; she won me by a crime—a midnight crime—for which each midnight she must suffer. She is my bride; and my bride she must remain, and nightly be decked in these burning ornaments, till the jewels shall return to their rightful owner: meddle not then with the matter, Sir Knight, but deign to partake of our cheer.” ”
