Relieved of his arms he turns again,
Addressing the Daedalean forest,
“Fear not I of this forsaken domain,”
Says the bold champion most sincerest,
Like Theseus in the maze with barest
Understanding of what was to ensue.
The lady with a generous bequest,
Summoned forth from her pocket a clew,
A soft voice of reason amongst this retinue.
(intended to follow Stanza 11 from The Faerie Queene, Book 1, Canto 1)