They were ware of the Lord of Lorn,
With a porter’s staff in his hand.
56
The lords they moved hat and hand,
The servingmen fell on their knee;
‘What folks be yonder,’ said the steward,
‘That makes the porter courtesie?’
57
‘Thou art a false thief,’ said the L[ord] of Lorn,
‘No longer might I bear with thee;