VI.
Thereon a troop of maids began to bring,
With flutter as of many-colored doves,
The hauberk that right martially did ring,
And weight of linkéd gloves,
And helmet plumed, and spurs ablaze with gold.
Each gave in gracious wise her guiding word,
As bade or fresh caprice, or usance old:
As, Ride thou swift by golden Honor spurred
Or, Be thou faithful, fortunate, and bold.