This was vanquished, and that one victor--Did a knight o'er-long delay To win to him fame in battle, his chance might he find to-day. Here twain would joust together; in troops would these others ride; And the customs of friendly combat for a space did they lay aside, And sworn brotherhood nothing counted 'fore the strength of fierce anger's might, 315 And the crooked was seldom straightened; nor spake they of knightly right, What they captured they kept, uncaring if another's hate they won, And from many lands had they ridden who with brave hands brave deeds had done, And their hurts but little grieved them. Here Gamuret heard her prayer, And e'en as Anflisé bade him, as her knight to the field would fare; 320 'Twas a letter had brought the tidings--Ah! he giveth his courage rein, Is it love or the lust of battle that driveth him on amain? Great love and strong faith they quicken his strength into life anew. Now see where his shield he beareth, King Lot, that hero true, His foemen to flight had forced him save for Gamuret's strong right hand, 325 His charger in gallant onslaught brake its way thro' the threatening band, And Arragon's king was smitten from his horse with a spear of reed, 'Schaffilor was his name, and the spear-point which thrust him from off his steed Bare never a waving pennon, from paynim lands 'twas brought,' And the knight made the king his captive, tho' his folk they had bravely fought. 330 And the inner force drave the outer far back on the grassy plain. 'Twas a good vesper-play, yea, a Tourney; many spears did they smite in twain--