My horse stood it’s ground, perfectly still,

Blocking our way were soldiers guarding a hill,

I sat bolt upright on my horse and addressed these men,

I asked them to ’stand aside’ as my fight was not with them.

A soldier leaning on his unsheathed broad sword,

Stood up tall and walked downward,

He stopped about two yards away,

And asked who I was, and did I want to die today.

I raised my visor to show him my respect,

And asked him once, once only to reflect,

‘Now then soldier, about your descision to bar my way’,

I order you to move or it will be you who will die this day.

He laughed and said he had twenty men,

So I told him, when I’m done he should count them again,

‘Do you have a name’ oh my brave knight,

‘Your too good a man to die in this fight.’

‘So turn your horse around and go another way,

‘I will say nothing to no one that you yeilded this day.

So I drew up my sword from my horses side,

‘In another world we would have been good friends’ I cried,

‘But you know I am going through this way,’

It’s a shame your a good man but you will die on this day.

I spurred my horse to run to this man,

I slash his arm, as hard as I can,

Then stopped and turned and looked at my foe,

‘I will not kill an injured man, ‘that you must know.’

‘So I will bid you good day and hope get well,’

‘Don’t say nothing to your soldiers as I will not tell,’

‘you are a brave man and good so you shall not die,’

We will share our food and conversation when I next come by’.