'Thus he won in my maiden service much honour by knighthood fair, I thought thus to prove my lover; his deeds did his worth declare. For my sake he put off his harness (that which like to a hall doth stand Is a lofty tent, the Scotch folk they brought it into this land), Then e'en tho' he bare no armour his body he little spared, 425 For he held his life as worthless, many ventures unarmed he dared. As the matter so stood between us, a prince who my man should be, Prothizilas did men call him, a bold knight, from all cowardice free, Rode forth in search of venture, and evil for him that day For there, in Assagog's forest, his death in waiting lay. 430 In a knightly joust he met it, and there too he found his end The gallant knight who faced him--'Twas Prince Eisenhart my friend. For both of the twain were piercèd with a spear thro' heart and shield, And I, alas! poor woman, must weep for that fatal field. And ever their death doth grieve me, and sorrow from love shall grow, 435 And never henceforth as my husband a man do I think to know.' Then e'en tho' she was a heathen Gamuret he bethought him well, That a heart more true and tender ne'er in woman's breast might dwell. Her purity was her baptism, and as water that washed her o'er Was the rain that streamed from her eyelids o'er her breast, and the robe she wore; 440 All her joy did she find in sorrow, and grief o'er her life did reign-- Then the queen she looked on the hero, and in this wise she spake again: