Chapter 98 No.98

Had the knight looked up to the page's face,

No smile the word had won;

Had the knight looked up to the page's face,

I ween he had never gone:

Had the knight looked back to the page's geste,

I ween he had turned anon,

For dread was the woe in the face so young,

And wild was the silent geste that flung

Casque, sword to earth,