Chapter 14: XII

XII The heralds left their pricking up and down, Now ringen trumpets loud and clarion. There is no more to say, but east and west, In go the spears sadly in the rest, In goth the sharp spur into the side, There see men who can just and who can ride; There shiver shaftes upon shieldes thick, He feeleth through the heart-spone the prick; Up springen speares, twenty feet in height, Out go the swordes to the silver bright; The helms t…