Then Perceval went with the witches to their Castle of Glaive.
One after one to the glaive,—another and another and another!
It wasn't every one who could rhyme "brave" and "glaive," and make sense out of it.
Red was his weed and his glaive was white, And there stood Gregory the Wright.
They stood by the door with glaive and spear; ‘Hildebrand rise and hasten here!’