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The slanderer lied-the wretch was brave,

For, looking up the minster-nave,

He saw my father's knightly glaive

Was changed from steel to stone.

XVIII.

'Earl Walter's glaive was steel,

With a brave old hand to wear it,
And dashed the lie back in the mouth
Which lied against the godly truth

And against the knightly merit!
The slanderer, 'neath the avenger's heel,
Struck up the dagger in appeal
From stealthy lie to brutal force-
And out upon the traitor's corse
Was yielded the true spirit.

XIX.

'I would mine hand had fought that fight And justified my father!

I would mine heart had caught that wound

And slept beside him rather!

I think it were a better thing

Than murthered friend and marriage-ring
Forced on my life together.

xx.

'Wail shook Earl Walter's house;
His true wife shed no tear;
She lay upon her bed as mute
As the earl did on his bier:
Till-Ride, ride fast,' she said at last,

'And bring the avengèd son anear! Ride fast ride free, as a dart can flee, For white of blee with waiting for me Is the corse in the next chambère.'

XXI.

'I came-I knelt beside her bed-
Her calm was worse than strife;
'My husband, for thy father dear,
Gave freely when thou wert not here

His own and eke my life.
A boon! Of that sweet child we make
An orphan for thy father's sake
Make thou, for ours, a wife.'

XXII.

'I said, 'My steed neighs in the court, My bark rocks on the brine,

And the warrior's vow I am under now

To free the pilgrim's shrine;
But fetch the ring and fetch the priest
And call that daughter of thine,

And rule she wide from my castle on Nyde
While I am in Palestine.'

XXIII.

'In the dark chambère, if the bride was fair, Ye wis, I could not see,

But the steed thrice neighed, and the priest fast

prayed,

And wedded fast were we,

Her mother smiled upon her bed

As at its side we knelt to wed,

And the bride rose from her knee
And kissed the smile of her mother dead,
Or ever she kissed me.

XXIV.

'My page, my page, what grieves thee so, That the tears run down thy face?'

'Alas, alas! mine own sistèr

Was in thy lady's case!

But she laid down the silks she wore
And followed him she wed before,
Disguised as his true servitor,

To the very battle-place.'

XXV.

And wept the page, but laughed the knight,

A careless laugh laughed he:

'Well done it were for thy sistèr,

But not for my ladye!

My love, so please you, shall requite
No woman, whether dark or bright,
Unwomaned if she be.'

XXVI.

The page stopped weeping and smiled cold-
'Your wisdom may declare
That womanhood is proved the best
By golden brooch and glossy vest
The mincing ladies wear;
Yet is it proved, and was of old,
Anear as well, I dare to hold,
By truth, or by despair.'

XXVII.

He smiled no more, he wept no more,
But passionate he spake, -

'Oh, womanly she prayed in tent,
When none beside did wake!
Oh, womanly she paled in fight,
• For one belovèd's sake!-
And her little hand defiled with blood,
Her tender tears of womanhood

Most woman-pure did make!'

XXVIII.

-'Well done it were for thy sistèr,
Thou tellest well her tale!

But for my lady, she shall pray

I' the kirk of Nydesdale.
Not dread for me but love for me

Shall make my lady pale;
No casque shall hide her woman's tear-
It shall have room to trickle clear

Behind her woman's veil.'

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-'But what if she mistook thy mind
And followed thee to strife,
Then kneeling, did entreat thy love,
As Paynims ask for life?'
-'I would forgive, and evermore
Would love her as my servitor,

But little as my wife.

xxx.

'Look up there is a small bright cloud Alone amid the skies!

So high, so pure, and so apart,

A woman's honour lies.'

The page looked up the cloud was sheen

A sadder cloud did rush, I ween,

Betwixt it and his eyes:

XXXI.

Then dimly dropped his eyes away
From welkin unto hill-

Ha! who rides there?-the page is 'ware,

Though the cry at his heart is still! And the page seeth all and the knight seeth none, Though banner and spear do fleck the sun, And the Saracens ride at will.

XXXII.

He speaketh calm, he speaketh low, -
'Ride fast, my master, ride,

Or ere within the broadening dark
The narrow shadows hide.'

'Yea, fast, my page, I will do so,
And keep thou at my side.'

XXXIII.

'Now nay, now nay, ride on thy way, Thy faithful page precede.

For I must loose on saddle-bow

My battle-casque that galls, I trow,
The shoulder of my steed;

And I must pray, as I did vow,
For one in bitter need.

XXXIV.

'Ere night I shall be near to thee,Now ride, my master, ride!

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