CHAPTER XXVII
‘The grete kyng of Trace;
Blak was his berd, and manly was his face.
The cercles of his eyen in his heed
They gloweden bytwixe yolw and reed,
And lyk a griffoun loked he aboute,
With kempe herés on his browés stoute,
His limés grete, his braunes harde and stronge,
His shuldres brode, his armés rounde and longe.