'Right gladly will I,' quoth the Waleis, 'if so be she will grant my prayer, 855 For fain would I bring thee comfort, since _mine_ is that maiden fair For whose sake thou sore didst sorrow, my wife and my queen is she, Kondwiramur, the fairest of all women on earth that be!' Then the heathen Queen of Ianfus, King Arthur, and Guinevere, Kunnewaaré of Lalande, and Jeschuté of Karnant, who these words must hear, 860 Came near with sweet words of comfort--what would ye they should do more? Kunnewaaré they gave to Klamidé, who yearned for her love so sore, And he gave her, as her rewarding, himself, his body fair, And a queenly crown and golden henceforth on her head she bare! Quoth the heathen unto the Waleis, 'Kondrie a man hath named, 865 Whom thou as in truth thy brother, rejoicing, might well have claimed; For far and wide he ruleth in the power of a double crown, And alike by land and water men in fear to his hand bow down. And Assagog is one kingdom, Zassamank shall the other be, Two mighty lands and powerful from fear and from weakness free. 870 And naught shall be like his riches save those the Baruch doth own, Or those of far Tribalibot, he is worshipped as God alone! A marvel his skin to look on, and like unto none his face, For 'tis black, and 'tis white, as his parents, who sprang of a diverse race. Thro' one of his lands I journeyed as hither I took my way, 875 And full fain had he been my wanderings in a far-off land to stay. Yet but little his will prevailèd, tho' I am his near of kin, The cousin unto his mother, and _he_ is a mighty king! Yet hear thou more of his prowess; his saddle no man may keep Who rideth a joust against him, and fame doth he richly reap. 880 And no gentler knight or truer e'er lay on a mother's breast, And falsehood it fleeth from him, and truth in his heart doth rest. Yea, true and fair in his dealings is Feirefis Angevin, And women he serveth duly, tho' he pain thro' his service win!'