Quoth he, "Go, Tomalin, with speed,
Provide me arms, provide my steed,
And everything that I shall need;
By thee I will be guided;
To strait account call thou thy wit;
See there be wanting not a whit,
In everything see thou me fit,
Just as my foe's provided."
Soon flew this news through Fairy-land,
Which gave Queen Mab to understand