Chapter XXXV

The holy wedding mass was sung,
And the cathedral's bells were rung;
A banquet was made in the royal hall,
And after that there was a ball.

There waltzed Sir Lancelot du Lac,
And eke Sir Tristram bold;
Likewise the stout Sir Caradoc,
"That won the cup of gold."

But none among King Arthur's court,
For style, and grace, and air,
And noble mien, and knightly port,
Could with Sir Jack compare.