Of oncoming foe.

Keep me unscathed

Wherever I go!

"Lance, lance,

Steady and true,

Lance, lance,

Pierce through and through.

Into the battle

I'll charge, lance, with you!"

The horse seemed to trot in time with the melody, and George nodded his head as he had seen Father doing when he was listening to Mother playing the piano after dinner. Nid, nod, nid, nod—he kept on nid-nodding until he woke up with a jerk and found that he must have been half asleep.