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.