Robes of green,
green-laced,
for hunting aside within the garden sat;
sword and bow were ready,
blunting intentions,
watching,
silent,
flat,
by the bell pull and the rainspout.
Flustered,
smug,
and keen to gain clout,
the Chamberlain went out to scold,
"Your misbehavior is too bold!"
Iesada said,
"The fitness of this is that I hear a plot would fell my lord upon this spot;
I have come to be a witness."
Perhaps the plotters knew his might,
for there was no attack that night.
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