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Rh That he was loth to meet ; "Can you fear anything, Sir knight ? His smile was sad and sweet. "It was a cruel injury, An unforgiven pain ; But there it lieth tranquilly, — It will not stir again." Then lightly springs my little king, And merrily he sings, "I too will be a paladin, And fight with evil things."