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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.