His great lance and pennon rose in the air.

His armor glistened in the sun; the chest and head of his battle-horse were similarly covered with steel.

As Sir Gottfried, likewise armed and mounted (for his horse had been left at the ferry hard by), advanced up the road, he almost started at the figure before him--a glistening tower of steel.
"Are you the lord of this pass, Sir Knight ?" said Sir Gottfried, haughtily, "or do you hold it against all comers, in honor of your lady-love ?" "I am not the lord of this pass.

I do not hold it against all comers.

I hold it but against one, and he is a liar and a traitor." "As the matter concerns me not, I pray you let me pass," said Gottfried.
"The matter DOES concern thee, Gottfried of Godesberg.