“Arm，armatonce！“anhundredsquadronscried，Andwiththeircrytoarmthemallbegin。
Godfreyarose，thatdayhelaidasideHishauberkstronghewontstocombatin，Anddonnedabreastplatefair，ofproofuntried，Suchoneasfootmenuse，light，easy，thin。
Scantlythewarlordthusclothedhadhisgromes，WhenagedRaymondtohispresencecomes。
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Andfurnishedtouswhenhethemanbeheld，Byhisattirehissecretthoughtheguessed，“Whereis，“quothhe，“yoursureandtrustyshield？