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 And Balen craved his name who rode Beside him, where the wild wood glowed With joy to feel how noontide flowed Through glade and glen and rough green road Till earth grew joyful as the sea. 'My name is Garnysshe of the Mount, A poor man's son of none account,' He said, 'where springs of loftier fount Laugh loud with pride to be.

'But strength in weakness lives and stands As rocks that rise through shifting sands; And for the prowess of my hands One made me knight and gave me lands, Duke Hermel, lord from far to near, Our prince; and she that loved me—she I love, and deemed she loved but me, His daughter, pledged her faith to be Ere now beside me here.'