A tall, broad-shouldered, haughty lord was he,
With chin full square and eyes of mastery,
At sight of whom, Yolanda's laughter failed,
And in her cheek the rosy colour paled.
Quoth he: "Sir Palamon, now of thy grace,
And of thy courteous friendship yield me place,
To this fair lady I a word would say.
Thus do I for thy courteous-absence pray,
I am thy friend, Sir Knight, as thou dost know,
But--"
"My lord," quoth Sir Palamon, "I go--
Friendship methinks is a most holy bond,
A bond I hold all binding bonds beyond,
And thou 'rt a friend right potent, my lord Gui,
So to thy will I willingly comply.
Thus, since thy friendship I hold passing dear,
Thou need but ask--and lo! I am not here."
Thus having said, low bowed this courtly knight,
Then turned about and hasted out of sight.
"And now, my lady," quoth Sir Gui, frowning upon her loveliness, "and now
having discharged yon gaudy wind-bag, what of this letter I did receive
but now--behold it!" and speaking, he snatched a crumpled missive from his
bosom.
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