Chapter 12 No.12

They marshalled him to the castle-hall,

Where the guests stood all aside,

And loudly flourished the trumpet-call,

And the heralds loudly cried-

"Room, lordlings, room for Lord Marmion,

With the crest and helm of gold!

Full well we know the trophies won

In the lists at Cottiswold:

There, vainly Ralph de Wilton strove

'Gain