Deep grief the Emperor felt when there he saw

Duke Naimes sore-wounded and the verdant grass

Streamed o'er by his clear blood, and thereupon

This counsel spoke:—"Fair Naimes, ride close by me;

The wretch who brought you to this cruel fight

Has breathed his last, his body by my lance

Transfixed."—The Duke:—"In you my trust, O sire!

If e'er I live, with knightly service shall

My arm requite this deed!"—Then side by side

In faith and love, with twenty thousand knights

They march. And none of these or flinch or yield.

Aoi.