That admiral to all his race appeals:
"Pagans, strike on; came you not therefore here?
I promise you noble women and dear, I promise you honours and lands and fiefs."Answer pagans: "We must do well indeed."
With mighty blows they shatter all their spears;Five score thousand swords from their scabbards leap, Slaughter then, grim and sorrowful, you'd seen.
Battle he saw, that stood those hosts between.
AOI.
