Jack with dignity bowed Right and left to the crowd, Gracefully mingling the humble and proud. {057} XXXIV. He now before King Arthur's throne, Knelt with obeisance grave; A thousand bright eyes on him shone, As they shine upon the brave. [Illustration: 092] {058} "Rise up," the noble Arthur said, "Sir Jack, a Baron bold;" And he placed upon the champion's head A coronet of gold. "This Princess fair shall be thy bride, Our cousin, by my fay; And let the nuptial knot be tied This morn without delay." XXXV. The holy wedding mass was sung, And the cathedral's bells were rung; A banquet was made in the royal hall, And after that there was a ball. There waltzed Sir Lancelot du Lac, And eke Sir Tristram bold; Likewise the stout Sir Caradoc, "That won the cup of gold." But none among King Arthur's court, For style, and grace, and air, And noble mien, and knightly port, Could with Sir Jack compare. XXXVI. Together with a beauteous mate The King gave Jack a great estate: In bliss the hero, with his wife, Lived the remainder of his life. "In story shall he live for aye Such is the say of Merlin, sage; And by Saint George! fair England's stay, His name, till time shall pass away, Shall never fade from glory's page. For all your march of intellect, Your pumps so prim, and blues so clever, The useful-knowledge-mongering sect,-- Jack, famous Jack, shall live for ever! [Illustration; 094] End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Jack The Giant Killer, by Percival Leigh