I shall arise and smash 'em as of old!"
Then to King Arthur spoke Sir Bedivere:
"Far other is this battle, our great test,
Whereto we move, than when great Lancelot
(Now far cavorting in the snow at Cannes)
Thrust his great rival from St. Stephen's seats,
And shook him thro' the North. Ill doom is ours
To war against our rivals, and each other.
The chief who fights old followers fights himself,
And they, old friends who loved us once, the stroke