LXXVII

  When at three strokes she had unhorsed them all,

  Lighting with head on earth and heels in air,

  Retiring from the field, she sought the Hall,

  In search of lodging; but, ere harboured there,

  To issue forth, at whosoever's call,

  Is, by the warder's hest, obliged to swear.

  That lord who well had weighed her famous feats,

  The damsel with surpassing honour greets.

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