King Richard riding in arms like flame,
And where he established his folk to be fed
He set up his spear—and the Saracen’s Head.
“But the Saracen’s Head outlived the Kings,
It thought and it thought of most horrible things;
Of Health and of Soap and of Standard Bread,
And of Saracen drinks at the Saracen’s Head.”
“Hullo!” cried Pump, with another low whistle. “Why here comes his lordship. And I suppose that young man in the goggles is a Committee or something.”
“Let him come,” said Dalroy, and continued in a yet more earthquake bellow:
“So the Saracen’s Head fulfils its name,