The Lord for half a league. Why sit ye there?

Rest would I not, Sir King, an I were king,

Till even the lonest hold were all as free

From cursed bloodshed, as thine altar-cloth

From that best blood it is a sin to spill.'

'Comfort thyself,' said Arthur. 'I nor mine

Rest: so my knighthood keep the vows they swore,

The wastest moorland of our realm shall be