Chapter 41 No.41

And he came back the pertest little ape

That ever affronted human shape;100

Full of his travel, struck at himself.

You'd say he despised our bluff old ways?

-Not he! For in Paris they told the elf

Our rough North land was the Land of Lays,

The one good thing left in evil days;105

Since the Mid-Age was the Heroic Time,

And on