The Lady's Heart - A Memoir

We met in mid career. Seven strong knights did i jerk from their high peaked saddles that morning and won a lady's golden head ring, and rode round about the circus with it on my lance point. When i came under where isabel sat, i saw her fair cheeks redder than my ribbons, with maiden expectation. But as i passed without a sign, they grew whiter than her lawn. And then i reined up and deposited that circlet at the footstool of her sister. The proud, cold maid accepted the homage as was her duty, but scarcely deigned to lower her eyes to the level of my helmet plumes while her father put it on