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The King was drinking in Malwood Hall, / There came in a monk before them all: / He thrust by squire, he thrust by knight, / Stood over against the dais aright; / And, 'The word of the Lord, thou cruel Red King, / The word of the Lord to thee I bring.
A grimly sweven I dreamt yestreen; / I saw thee lie under the hollins green, / And through thine heart an arrow keen; / And out of thy body a smoke did rise, / Which smirched the sunshine out of the skies: / So if thou God's anointed be / I rede thee unto thy soul thou see.