The Gentleman's Armour Was Complete From Top to Toe, and There Was Naught to Judge By

He was a very pretty fellow whose gentle presence grew upon me after that first meeting each hour we lived together. He seemed, as far as i could judge, no more than five and 20 years of age. The arms this warrior carried were better suited to his strength than to that of the man who rode ide him. His lance was long and of polished inlay, while mine beside it was like the spear of goliath to a fisher's hazel wandHis dagger was better for cutting the love knot on a budget of sonnets than for disburdening foemen's spirits of their mortal shackles. On his shield was a heart wrapped in ames most cunningly painted and