He further said:—"By this right hand of mine,

And by the beard the air waves on my breast,

Soon shall you see the host of Franks disperse;

To France, their land, the Franks will take their way.

When each has gained the shelter of his home,

King Carle will in his chapel be at Aix,

To celebrate Saint Michael's solemn feast.

The day will come, the term allowed will pass,

And from us shall he hear nor word nor news.

The King is fierce, his soul is hard; and thus

Each hostage head beneath his sword shall fall.

'Twere better far that these should lose their heads

Than we for aye lose glorious Spain the Fair,

And suffer so great ills and doleful woes."

Then say the Pagans:—"This may be the truth."


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