That admiral canters among his hosts;
After, his son with's great body follows, Torleus the king, and the king Dapamort;Thirty columns most speedily they form.
They've chevaliers in marvellous great force;Fifty thousand the smallest column holds.
The first is raised of men from Butenrot, The next, after, Micenes, whose heads are gross;Along their backs, above their spinal bones, As they were hogs, great bristles on them grow.
The third is raised from Nubles and from Blos;The fourth is raised from Bruns and Esclavoz;The fifth is raised from Sorbres and from Sorz;The sixth is raised from Ermines and from Mors;The seventh is the men of Jericho;
Negroes are the eighth; the ninth are men of Gros;The tenth is raised from Balide the stronghold, That is a tribe no goodwill ever shews.
That admiral hath sworn, the way he knows, By Mahumet, his virtues and his bones:
"Charles of France is mad to canter so;
Battle he'll have, unless he take him home;No more he'll wear on's head that crown of gold."
