That ending though...
This was set up to be the best tale yet, but then it barely got started at all. :( In at the halle dore al sodeynly Ther cam a knyght upon a steede of bras, And in his hand a brood mirour of glas. Upon his thombe he hadde of gold a ryng, And by his syde a naked swerd hangyng; And up he rideth to the heighe bord. (80-85) So there’s my quote.