But aid, and in good time, a horseman bore, Equipt with arms of beauteous steel and clear:
For crest, a broken yoke the stranger wore;
Red flames upon his yellow shield appear:
So was the courser's housing broidered o'er, As the proud surcoat of the cavalier.
His lance he grasped, his sword was in its place, And at his saddle hung a burning mace.
