“Nay, son, more fair than angels are
No man hath ever been.”
“Pardon me, mother, but you err:
These knights (men call them so)
Are fairer. I would be as they,
And after them will go.”
Then thrice the mother, at these words,
Fell fainting to the ground:
While Morvan to the stable went,
Nor once his head turned round.
A wretched beast he found therein,
Then mounted, and away;
Bidding farewell to none, he sped,
He sped without delay.
After the noble knight went he,
Urging his steed forlorn
T’wards Quimper, from the manor old,
The home where he was born.
Part II.