Chapter XIII

The king and knight the arras held apart.
“Now by God’s rood,” the king cried, “if there is
A fairer woman in my court than _this_,
To-night thine arms clasp her,--or Isobel!”
Guldemar bent his bright bold look serene,
Upon his liege--and held his body well--
“Sire,” he said, “one is more fair--the queen.”