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XVII.

"Arise young knight, and mount your stead, Full lowns the shynand day:[481] 130 Choose frae my menzie[482] whom ye please To lead you on the way." With smileless look, and visage wan The wounded knight reply'd, "Kind chieftain, your intent pursue, 135 For here I maun abyde.