'And there that day, so soon to shine,
This knight, your felon foe and mine,
Shall show, full-flushed with bloodred wine,
The fierce false face whereon we pine
⁠To wreak the wrong he hath wrought us, bare
As shame should see and brand it.' 'Then,'
Said Balen, 'shall he give again
His blood to heal your son, and men
⁠Shall see death blind him there.'

'Forth will we fare to-morrow,' said
His host: and forth, as sunrise led,
They rode; and fifteen days were fled
Ere toward their goal their steeds had sped.
⁠And there alighting might they find
For Balen's host no place to rest,
Who came without a gentler guest
Beside him: and that household's hest
⁠Bade leave his sword behind.