No braver man than Pinabel.—Such blows

He deals on Tierri's helmet of Provence,

That the sparks fly in showers, and, falling, set

The grass ablaze. Then aiming at his foe

His keen-edged brand, down to the brow cuts through

His helm; the blade glides down across his face,

And plows his right cheek with a deep red gash;

Unto his stomach is the haubert rent,

But God protects him, and averts his death.

Aoi.