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Stanza 11 Summary

Get out the microscope, because we’re going through this poem line-by-line.

Ah, happy chance! the aged creature came,
Shuffling along with ivory-headed wand,
To where he stood, hid from the torch's flame,
Behind a broad hall-pillar, far beyond
The sound of merriment and chorus bland:
He startled her; but soon she knew his face,
And grasp'd his fingers in her palsied hand,
Saying "Mercy, Porphyro! hie thee from this place
They are all here to-night, the whole blood-thirsty race!

  • It sounds like all that praying of Porphyro's has done the trick: he just happens to immediately run into our beldame-nurse lady, who's slowly wandering the halls with her cane (which is the "ivory-headed wand," by the way).
  • She's surprised to see him, but recognizes him, and is freaked out about him being there.
  • "Dude, did you not read the last stanza? A hundred swords. Count 'em. All Madeline's relatives are here tonight, so you better get out of Dodge before they decorate the walls with chopped-up bits of your heart." 
  • Okay, so maybe she's not that sassy (she's more "palsied"—meaning frail, and kind of paralyzed—than sassy, apparently), but that's the gist of what she tells him.