That his prophecy sooth is,
A star should rise betokening bliss
When God’s son is born.
Therefore, these lords and I in fere (company)
In this mount make our prayer
Devoutly once in the year,
For thereto we be sworn.
Then they dismount, and the Third King hands his horse to attendants:—
“Say, fellows, take this courser
And abyde me right here,