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“So mortal and so brave?” that other said,

Smiling, and turned and looked in Dymer’s eyes,

Scanning him over twice from heel to head

—Like an old sergeant’s glance, grown battle-wise

To know the points of men. At last, “Arise,”

He said, “and wear my arms. I can withhold

Nothing; for such an hour has been foretold.”