That other was tall and slim, bearing a shield high--so.

As the third passed the gate, the kaross he wore brushed against me and slipped aside.

Beneath that kaross was no man's breast, O King, but the shape of a woman, almost white in colour, and very fair.

In drawing back the kaross this third one moved the shield.

Behind that shield was no man's face, O King, but the face of a girl, lovelier than the moon, and having eyes brighter than the stars.