So would that lord of Libya-land decide
Between those suitors for a princess-bride.
He set the maid bedecked with gold and gem
To be the goal and prize, and cried to them
That he should lead her home who foremost sped
And touched her robes. Of all that suitor-band
Alexidamus’ swift feet foremost fled,
And his hand clasped the noble maiden’s hand,
And led her through the Nomad horse-array.
Leaves many and wreaths upon him showered they,
Ay, many a victory-plume had he won ere that day.