Ere he came up to me, however, I remembered the legend of Sir Percival in the rusty armour, which I had left unfinished in the old book in the cottage: it was of Sir Percival that he reminded me.

And no wonder; for when he came close up to me, I saw that, from crest to heel, the whole surface of his armour was covered with a light rust.

The golden spurs shone, but the iron greaves glowed in the sunlight.

The MORNING STAR, which hung from his wrist, glittered and glowed with its silver and bronze.

His whole appearance was terrible; but his face did not answer to this appearance.
It was sad, even to gloominess; and something of shame seemed to cover it.