To attend to some temporal needs.
So with knights and chaplains he left the Lech,
And wound through the Jura chains;
Through the vales and defiles of the snowy Alps,
O'er Po with its fertile plains.
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While a day in front of the stately suite
Rode a steward of trust and taste,
To choose the place where his lord might rest;
For the journey was not in haste.
And a strict command, as his way he took,
On the serving-man was laid:
'T was to taste the vintage of every town
Where the evening stop was made.
If the juice was clear, the fragrance sweet,
The flavor the very best,
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