VII
(And Guldemar) "My liege," (here his head bowed,)
"Or the king's sister, or the fairer she,
That woman, my dear lord will give to me?" . . .
"By the cross!"swore the monarch; "though she prove
Ice! Though her hate thy passion's warmth excels."
Said Guldemar: "And if I have her love?"
The king: "Ourself shall ring the marriage bells."
"Or the king's sister, or the fairer she,
That woman, my dear lord will give to me?" . . .
"By the cross!"swore the monarch; "though she prove
Ice! Though her hate thy passion's warmth excels."
Said Guldemar: "And if I have her love?"
The king: "Ourself shall ring the marriage bells."
VIII
The knight had thrown his gauntlets to the ground.
His silken sleeves clung down unto his wrists.
The foremost in the wars and in the lists
His breast blazed with the stars of victory.
He wore a signet such as nobles wear;
He wore, beneath his mail, where none could see,
A bright chain woven of his ladye's hair!
His silken sleeves clung down unto his wrists.
The foremost in the wars and in the lists
His breast blazed with the stars of victory.
He wore a signet such as nobles wear;
He wore, beneath his mail, where none could see,
A bright chain woven of his ladye's hair!
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