His second split the first in twain.
From the King’s hand must Douglas take
A silver dart,[308] the archer’s stake;
Fondly he watch’d, with watery eye,
Some answering glance of sympathy,—
No kind emotion made reply!
Indifferent as to archer wight,[309]
The Monarch gave the arrow bright.
XXIII.
Now, clear the ring! for, hand to hand,