(Four boys came to meet him. Two diarmed him, while the third led away his horse.)
Come here, my friend. Don't be afraid of me, you're quite safe. I command you"
"Where have you come from my friend?""You must've traveled a long way today...."
"I rode this morning from Beaurepaire--""No indeed"
"Sir, the beautiful fair-headed girl, your niece, has sent you this present; you never saw a finer sword as long and as broad as this...My lady would be most happy if it were put to good use where its bestowed."
Good brother, this sword was intended and destined for you, and I very much want you to have it; come, gird it on and draw it."