He said; “The king of Araby and Ind, My liegë lord, on this solemnë day Saluteth you as he best can and may, And sendeth you, in honour of your feast, By me, that am all ready at your hest, 3053 This steed of brass, that easily and well Can in the space of one day naturel (This is to say, in four-and-twenty hours), Whereso you list, in drought or else in show’rs, Bearë your body into every place To which your heartë willeth for to pace, 3054 Withoutë wem 3055 of you, through foul or fair. Or if you list to fly as high in air As doth an eagle, when him list to soar, This samë steed shall bear you evermore Withoutë harm, till ye be where you lest 3056 (Though that ye sleepen on his back, or rest), And turn again, with writhing 3057