'That knight I know: two knights of mine,
Two comrades, sealed by faith's bright sign,
Whose eyes as ours that live should shine,
And drink the golden sunlight's wine
⁠With joy's thanksgiving that they live,
He hath slain in even the same blind wise:
Were all wide wealth beneath the skies
Mine, might I meet him, eyes on eyes,
⁠All would I laugh to give.'

His host made answer, and his gaze
Grew bright with trust as dawn's moist maze
With fire: 'Within these twenty days,
King Pellam, lord of Lystenayse,
⁠Holds feast through all this country cried,
And there before the knightly king
May no knight come except he bring
For witness of his wayfaring
⁠His paramour or bride.