Then Engelier, the Gascuin of Burdele,

Spurs deep his horse, and casting loose the rein,

Rushes upon Escremiz de Valterne;

Breaks down the buckler fastened to his throat

And rends his gorget-mail; full in the breast

The lance strikes deep and passes in between

The collar bones; dead from the saddle struck

He falls.—And Turpin says: "Ye all are lost!"

Aoi.