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Sir Stephen's was an angry blade--
I scarce may speak the words he said:
"Though Heaven itself were false," cried he,
"True is my father of Fontanlee!
"And, brother, as Heaven goes with the wrong,
If this lying baron should lay me along,
Strike another blow for our good renown."
"Doubt me not," said the young knight John.
The Baron Tranmere hath turned his horse,
And ridden him down the battle-course;
In bold Sir Stephen's best life-blood
His spear's point is wet to the wood.
The young knight John hath bent his knee,
And speaks his soul right solemnly:
"Whatever seemeth good to Thee,
The same, O Lord, attend on me.
"What though my brothers lie along,
My father's faith is firm and strong:
Perchance thy deeply-hid intent
Doth need some nobler instrument.
"Let faithless hearts give heed to fear,
I will not falter in my prayer:
If ever guilty treachery
Did stain the blood of Fontanlee,--
"As such an 'if' doth stain my lips,
Though truth lie hidden in eclipse,--
Let yonder lance-head pierce my breast,
And my soul seek its endless rest.


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