And Gamuret he trode ever where Temperance aye should guide, 195 And naught else might rule his doings, nor he boasted him in his pride But bare great honour meekly; from loose ways he e'er had flown; And he thought him, the gallant hero, that none bare on earth a crown, Were they King, or Queen, or Kaiser, whom he deemed of his service worth Were they not the mightiest reckoned of all monarchs that be on earth. 200 This will in his heart he cherished--Then men spake, at Bagdad did reign A monarch so strong and powerful, that homage he well might claim From two-thirds or more of earth's kingdoms. The heathen his name held great, And they spake of him as the Baruch, and kings did on his bidding wait, And crownèd heads were his servants; and his office it lasts to-day-- 205 See how Christian men baptizèd to Rome wend their pilgrim way, So there was the heathen custom. At Bagdad was their papal right, And the Baruch as 'seemed his office purged their sins with his word of might. From Pompey and Ipomidon, two brothers of Babylon, Nineveh, the town of their fathers, the Baruch with force had won, 210 And bravely 'gainst him they battled. Then came the young Angevin, And the Baruch he showed him favour, yea, he did to his service win Gamuret the gallant hero--And he deemed it were well he bore Other arms than Gandein his father had given to him of yore. Then the hero he well bethought him; on his charger's cloth they laid 215 An anchor of ermine fashioned, and the same at his will they made For shield alike and vesture--And green as the emerald rare Was his riding-gear, and 'twas fashioned and wrought of Achmardi fair, ('Tis a silken stuff,) and he bade them to make of it at his will Both blazoned coat and surcoat, (than velvet 'tis richer still;) 220 And he bade them to sew upon it the anchor of ermine white, And with golden threads inwoven was the badge of this gallant knight.