The knight perceived his doubting thought,
And drew a badge forth from his breast;
Some noble Order’s golden crest,
Upon a field of silver wrought.
“This badge,” he said, “with blood was bought.”
He turn’d with haughty frown away.
The page did not more doubt betray;
But service offered to undo
His casque and linked harness true;
But the stranger gravely said him Nay,
And refused that night to disarray.