And found, the lady messenger, with maid

  And squire, had issued from the castled hold,

  And was a-field, where her arrival stayed

  Those three good warriors, those the damsel bold

  The eve before had on the champaign laid,

  Cast from their horses by her lance of gold;

  And who had suffered, to their mighty pain,

  All night, the freezing wind and pattering rain.