"He laughed upon his warrior whom he loved /And honoured most. 'Thou dost not doubt me King, / So well thine arm hath wrought for me today.'/ 'Sir and my liege,' he cried, 'the fire of God / Descends upon thee in the battle-field: / I know thee for my King!' Whereat the two, / For each had warded either in the fight, / Sware on the field of death a deathless love. / And Arthur said, 'Man's word is God in / man: / Let chance what will, I trust thee to the death.'" p. 7

"'A doubtful throne is ice on summer seas. . . .'" p. 12

"And Arthur and his knighthood for a space / Were all one will, and through that strength the King / Drew in the petty princedoms under him, / Fought, and in twelve great battles overcame / The heathen hordes, and made a realm and reigned." p. 21

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