Down upon his knees in wonder
Fell the trembling boy;
“O my lord! my lord S. Michael,
Work me not annoy!”
“Nay, boy, no more lord S. Michael
Than a serf am I;
But a dubbed and belted knight, sooth,
That I’ll not deny.”
“Never saw I belted knight, nor
Heard of, till this day.”
“That am I: say, hast thou seen none
Like me pass this way?”
“Nay, first answer me, I pray thee:
This, what may it be?”
“‘Tis my lance, wherewith I wound all
Whom it liketh me.
“But this weighty club far better
Than my lance I prize;
Whoso dares provoke my ange
With one blow he dies.”