LXXII

  Three cavaliers they were, of might so tried,

  Few champions but to them in prowess yield,

  The same that she that very day, beside

  The courier maid, encountered in the field,

  They that in Iceland boasted, in their pride,

  To bear away from France the golden shield:

  Who (for they had the martial maid outrode)

  Arrived before her at that lord's abode.

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