"Lucina -- whether she abhorred the scent, And, like us others, loathed herself to smear, -- Or whether with a slower gait she went Than might like the pretended beast's appear, -- Or whether, when the orc her body hent, Her dread so mastered her, she screamed for fear, -- Or that her hair escaped from neck or brow, Was known; nor can I well inform you how.
