Both sayings run in the wind, Ma si morisse! THE SIXTH CANTO “The tale of thy deeds Odysseus!” and Tolosan Ground rents, sold by Guillaume, ninth duke of Aquitaine; Till Louis is wed with Eleanor; the wheel ... (“Conrad, the wheel turns and in the end turns ill”) And Acre and boy’s love ... for her uncle was Commandant at Acre, she was pleased with him; And Louis, French King, was jealous of days unshared This pair had had together in years gone; And he drives on for Zion, as “God wills” To find, in six weeks time, the Queen’s scarf is Twisted a-top the casque of Saladin. “For Sandbrueil’s ransom.” But the pouch-mouths add, “She went out hunting, and the palm-tufts “Give shade above mottled columns, and she rode back late, “Late, latish, yet perhaps it was not too late.” Then France again, and to be rid of her To brush his antlers: Poictiers, Aquitaine! And Adelaide Castilla wears the crown. Eleanor down water-butt, dethroned, debased, unqueen’d. Unqueen’d five rare long months, And face sand-red, pitch gait, Harry Plantagenet, The sputter in place of speech, But King, about to be, King Louis! takes a queen. “E quand lo reis Louis lo entendit mout er fasché” And yet Gisors, in six years thence, Was Marguerite’s. And Harry _joven_ In pledge for all his life and life of all his heirs Shall have Gisors and Vexis and Neauphal, Neufchastel; But if no issue, Gisors shall revert And Vexis and Neufchastel and Neauphal to the French crown. “_Si tuit li dol el plor el marrimen Del mon_ were set together they would seem but light Against the death of the young English King, Harry the Young is dead and all men mourn, a song, Mourn all good courtiers, fighters, cantadors.” And still Old Harry keeps grip on Gisors And Neufchastel and Neauphal and Vexis; And two years war, and never two years go by but come new forays, and “The wheel “Turns, Conrad, turns, and in the end toward ill.” And Richard and Alix span the gap, Gisors, And Eleanor and Richard face the King, For the fourth family time Plantagenet Faces his dam and whelps, ... and holds Gisors, Now Alix’ dowry, against Philippe-Auguste (Louis’ by Adelaide, wood-lost, then crowned at Etampe) And never two years sans war. And Zion still Bleating away to Eastward, the lost lamb, Damned city (was only Frederic knew The true worth of, and patched with Malek Kamel The sane and sensible peace to bait the world And set all camps disgruntled with all leaders. “Damn’d atheists!” alike Mahomet growls, And Christ grutches more sullen for Sicilian sense Than does Mahound on Malek.) The bright coat