Through the deep forest swift they pass, Through woods and thickets wild; When down within a lonely dell

They found a new-born child;

All in a scarlet kercher laid
Of silk so fine and thin;

A golden mantle wrapt him round,
Pinn'd with a silver pin.

The sudden sight surprised them all;
The courtiers gather'd round;
They look, they call, the mother seek;
No mother could be found.

At length the king himself drew near,
And as he gazing stands,

The pretty babe look'd up and smiled,
And stretch'd his little hands.

"Now, by the rood," King Pepin says, "This child is passing fair:

I wot he is of gentle blood;

Perhaps some Prince's heir.

"Go bear him home unto my court With all the care ye may:

Let him be christen'd Valentine,

In honour of this day:

"And look me out some cunning nurse;

Well nurtured let him be;

Nor aught be wanting that becomes
A bairn of high degree."

They look'd him out a cunning nurse;
And nurtured well was he;
Nor ought was wanting that became
A bairn of high degree.

Thus grew the little Valentine,
Beloved of king and peers;

And show'd in all he spake or did
A wit beyond his years.

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But chief in gallant feates of arms
He did himself advance,

That ere he grew to man's estate,
He had no peeres in France.

And now the early down began
To shade his youthful chin;
When Valentine was dubb'd a knight,
That he might glory win.

"A boon, a boon, my gracious liege,

I beg a boon of thee!

The first adventure that befalls,
May be reserved for me."

"The first adventure shall be thine,"
The king did smiling say.

Nor many days, when lo, there came
Three palmers clad in grey.

"Help, gracious lord," they weeping said,

And knelt, as it was meet:

"From Artois forest we be come,

With weak and weary feet.

"Within those deep and dreary woods
There wends a savage boy,

Whose fierce and mortal rage doth yield
Thy subjects dire annoy.

"'Mong ruthless beares he sure was bred, He lurks within their den;

With beares he lives, with beares he feeds, And drinks the blood of men.

"To more than savage strength he joins A more than human skill;

For arms ne cunning may suffice
His cruel rage to still."

Up then rose Sir Valentine,

And claim'd that arduous deed: "Go forth and conquer," said the king, "And great shall be thy meed."

Well mounted on a milk-white steed,
His armour white as snow,
As well beseem'd a virgin knight,
Who ne'er had fought a foe.

To Artois forest he repairs
With all the haste he may;
And soon he spies the savage youth
A rending of his prey.

His unkempt hair all matted hung
His shaggy shoulders round;
His eager eye all fiery glow'd,
His face with fury frown'd.

Like eagle's talons grew his nails, His limbs were thick and strong; And dreadful was the knotted oak He bare with him along.

Soon as Sir Valentine approach'd,
He starts with sudden spring;
And yelling forth a hideous howl,
He made the forests ring.

As when a tiger fierce and fell
Hath spied a passing roe,
And leaps at once upon his throat,
So sprung the savage foe;

So lightly leap'd with furious force
The gentle knight to seize;
But met his tall uplifted spear,
Which sunk him on his knees.

A second stroke so stiff and stern
Had laid the savage low;

But springing up he raised his club,
And aim'd a dreadful blow.

The watchful warrior bent his head, And shunn'd the coming stroke;

Upon his taper spear it fell,

And all to shivers broke.

Then lighting nimbly from his steed,
He drew his burnish'd brand;
The savage quick as lightning flew
To wrest it from his hand.

Three times he grasp'd the silver hilt;
Three times he felt the blade;
Three times it fell with furious force;
Three ghastly wounds it made.

Now with redoubled rage he roar'd;
His eye-ball flash'd with fire;
Each hairy limb with fury shook;
And all his heart was ire.

Then closing, fast with furious gripe
He clasp'd the champion round,
And with a strong and sudden twist
He laid him on the ground.

But soon the knight, with active spring,
O'erturn'd his hairy foe:

And now between their sturdy fists
Pass'd many a bruising blow.

They roll'd and grappled on the ground,

And there they struggled long;
Skilful and active was the knight;
The savage he was strong.

But brutal force and savage strength
To art and skill must yield;
Sir Valentine at length prevail'd,
And won the well-fought field.

Then binding strait his conquer'd foe
Fast with an iron chain,

He ties him to his horse's tail,

And leads him o'er the plain.

To Court his savage captive soon
Sir Valentine doth bring;
And kneeling down upon his knee,
Presents him to the king.