The chair of Idris. Yniol’s rusted arms
Were on his princely person, but through these
Princelike his bearing shone; and errant knights 545
And ladies came, and by and by the town
Flow’d in, and settling circled all the lists.
And there they fix’d the forks into the ground,
And over these they placed a silver wand,
And over that a golden sparrow-hawk. 550
Then Yniol’s nephew, after trumpet blown,
Spake to the lady with him and proclaim’d,