Guineman 'gainst the King of Leutice tilts;

The Pagan's shield with painted flowers bedecked

Is shattered and his hauberk torn away.

Through his heart's core the pennon of the Knight

Is driven, bearing death,—or laugh or weep

Who may. At such a blow the French exclaim:

"Barons, strike ever! Strike and be not slack

Against the Pagan hordes; to Carle belongs

The right. With us the justice true of God!"

Aoi.