seven o’clock
Over the tall hills the dawn was ruffling the clouds . There was a faint glimmer on the waters of the river . The footsteps of the gaolers were heard on the outer rampart . At seven o'clock they brought the King a good dinner : they allowed him burgundy from France , and yellow mead , and white bread baked in the ovens of the Abbey , although he was constrained to drink out of pewter , and plates were forbidden him . Eustace , his page , timidly offered him music . The King bade him sing the `` Lay of the Sussex Lass , '' which begins thus : Triumphant , oh ! triumphant now she stands , Above my Sussex , and above my sea !