His arms were black, his steed was black too. He lay upon his horse, that stood in power. That stallion was strong and sturdy. His shield, upon his shoulder, hung. He took his spear, was large and long, And spared not word more. For the path that lay upon horse, he went, a foe indeed. In that country was much woe. The sultan came full near. The dog that was most worthy met the sultan. For both were there, there was much to serve. As he had promised, he went to help his lord. He never had so soon thought a dark stable was him brought. Ready without the chamber, his steed, black as the color of night, up he started with great honor. He was both stiff and sturdy. His shield upon his shoulder, he began to hold. And caught a sword that lay there less. Forth he went, out of the castle gates upon horseback. 