And Garlon, seeing how Balen's eye
Dwelt on him as his heart waxed high
With joy in wrath to see him nigh,
Rose wolf-like with a wolfish cry
⁠And crossed and smote him on the face,
Saying, 'Knight, what wouldst thou with me? Eat,
For shame, and gaze not: eat thy meat:
Do that thou art come for: stands thy seat
⁠Next ours of royal race?'

'Well hast thou said: thy rede rings true;
That which I came for will I do,'
Quoth Balen: forth his fleet sword flew,
And clove the head of Garlon through
⁠Clean to the shoulders. Then he cried
Loud to his lady, 'Give me here
The truncheon of the shameful spear
Wherewith he slew your knight, when fear
⁠Bade hate in darkness ride.'