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Rh "For the fairies, like the mortals, Love to be loved ; And the fairy palace portals Lightly are moved." Then a rain of footsteps Sounded on the sward, And a page came kneeling — "What wills my lord?" "I will a tournament," said he, "Where no one shall be killed ; Where all shall gain the victory, And be supremely skilled." Up rode a fairy paladin, With coat of beetle's mail ; Before the glistening green and gold Sure any heart must quail. "I see no foe," the king complained. "But wait," the page implored. And then the fairy paladin Drew out a shining sword ;