One piece of it he’s flung upon the land.
Great was the blow; the Duke, amazed thereat,
Had fallen ev’n, but aid from God he had;
His charger’s neck he clasped with both his hands.3440
Had the pagan but once renewed the attack,
Then was he slain, that noble old vassal.
Came there to him, with succour, Charles of France.
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Keen anguish then he suffers, that Duke Naimès,
And the pagan, to strike him, hotly hastens.3445
“Culvert,” says Charles, “You’ll get now as you gave him!”
With vassalage he goes to strike that pagan,
Shatters his shield, against his heart he breaks it,
Tears the chin-guard above his hauberk mailèd;
So flings him dead: his saddle shall be wasted.3450
CCL
Bitter great grief has Charlemagne the King,
Who Duke Naimun before him sees lying,
On the green grass all his clear blood shedding.
Then the Emperour to him this counsel gives:
“Fair master Naimes, canter with me to win!3455
The glutton’s dead, that had you straitly pinned;
Through his carcass my spear I thrust once in.”
Answers the Duke: “Sire, I believe it, this.
Great proof you’ll have of valour, if I live.”
They ’ngage them then, true love and faith swearing;3460
A thousand score of Franks surround them still.
Nor is there one, but slaughters, strikes and kills.
CCLI
Then through the field cantered that admiral,
Going to strike the county Guineman;
Against his heart his argent shield he cracked,3465
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