LVII.
"Ye shall harness him aright, and lead upward to this height:"
Toll slowly.
"Once in love and twice in war hath he borne me strong and far:
He shall bear me far to-night."
LVIII.
Then his men looked to and fro, when they heard him speaking so—
Toll slowly.
"'Las! the noble heart," they thought, "he in sooth is grief-distraught:
Would we stood here with the foe!"
LIX.
But a fire flashed from his eye, 'twixt their thought and their reply—
Toll slowly.
"Have ye so much time to waste? We who ride here, must ride fast
As we wish our foes to fly."
LX.
They have fetched the steed with care, in the harness he did wear—
Toll slowly.
Past the court and through the doors, across the rushes of the floors,
But they goad him up the stair.
LXI.
Then from out her bower chambère did the Duchess May repair:
Toll slowly.
"Tell me now what is your need," said the lady, "of this steed,
That ye goad him up the stair?"