Sprays grated, and the cankered boughs without

Whined in the wood; for all was hushed within,

Till when at feast Sir Garlon likewise asked

'Why wear ye that crown-royal?' Balin said

'The Queen we worship, Lancelot, I, and all,

As fairest, best and purest, granted me

To bear it!' Such a sound (for Arthur's knights

Were hated strangers in the hall) as makes