His plume it was scarlet and blue;
On his shield was a hound, in a silver leash bound,
And his crest was a branch of the yew.”
“Thou liest, thou liest, thou little foot-page,
Loud dost thou lie to me!
For that Knight is cold, and low laid in the mould,
All under the Eildon Tree.”—
“Yet hear but my word, my noble Lord!
For I heard her name his name;
And that Lady bright, she called the Knight