The knight Lez-Breiz shall furnish me
With that which you desire.
And if to-morrow I should fail
Sir Lez-Breiz’ head to bring,
With pleasure offer I mine own
Unto my lord the king.”
Now, scarcely had the morrow dawned,
When swift the young squire ran
To find his master. “O my lord!’
(The trembling page began,)
“The giant Moor defiance flings
Against my lord to-day.”
“Defiance? be it so: I’ll answer
Him as best I may.”
“Ah! my dear lord, then know you not
He fights with demon charms?”
“He doth? Then Heaven’s aid be ours,
And blessing on our arms.
Haste thee, equip my good black steed,
Whilst I my armor don.”