Increased my love for her.
“‘Fame told us of his glory, while
Joy flushed the face of Jane;
And while she blessed his name, her smile
Struck fire into my brain.
“‘No fears could damp; I reached the camp,
Sought out its champion;
And if my broad-sword failed at last,
’Twas long and well laid on.
“‘This wound’s my meed, my name’s Kinghorn,