And then descending met them at the gates,
Embrac’d her with all welcome as a friend,
And did her honour as the Prince’s bride, 835
And cloth’d her for her bridals like the sun;
And all that week was old Caerleon gay,
For by the hands of Dubric, the high saint,
They twain were wedded with all ceremony.
And this was on the last year’s Whitsuntide. 840
But Enid ever kept the faded silk,
Remembering how first he came on her,