Chapter 127 No.127

Not so the Borderer:-bred to war,

He knew the battle's din afar,

And joyed to hear it swell.

His peaceful day was slothful ease;

Nor harp, nor pipe, his ear could please

Like the loud slogan yell.

On active steed, with lance and blade,

The light-armed pricker plied his trade-

Let nobles fight for fame;

Let vassals follow