Chapter 153 No.153

470 "Stand, Bayard, stand!" The steed obeyed,

With arching neck and bended head,

And glancing eye and quivering ear

As if he loved his lord to hear.

No foot Fitz-James in stirrup stayed,

475 No grasp upon the saddle laid,

But wreathed his left hand in the mane,

And lightly bounded from the plain,

Turned on the horse his armé