Long, and lithe, and grim,
And a younger one from Dunluce hoar,
And the lady inclined to him.
"But hearken ye, nobles both," she said,
As soon as they sat to dine—
"The hand must prove its chieftainry,
That putteth a ring on mine.
"But not in the lists with armed hands,
Must this devoir be done,
Yet he who wins my broad, broad lands