Othon assails a Pagan, Estorgant,

His thrust hits hard the leather of the shield,

Effacing its bright colors red and white,

Breaks in his hauberk's sides, and plunges deep

Within his heart a strong and trenchant spear,

From off the flying steed striking him dead.

This done, he says:—"No hope for you remains!"


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