In town; All other women I forsake, And to an elf-queen I me take By dale and eke by down.” Into his saddle he clomb anon, And pricked over stile and stone An elf-queen for to spy, Till he so long had ridden and gone, That he found in a privy wonne 3884 The country of Faerý, So wild; For in that country was there none That to him durstë ride or gon, Neither wife nor child. Till that there came a great giaunt, His namë was Sir Oliphaunt, 3885 A perilous man of deed; He saidë, “Child, 3886 by Termagaunt, 3887 But if