A great vassal was Charles, of France the Douce;That admiral no fear nor caution knew.
Those swords they had, bare from their sheaths they drew;Many great blows on 's shield each gave and took;The leather pierced, and doubled core of wood;Down fell the nails, the buckles brake in two;Still they struck on, bare in their sarks they stood.
From their bright helms the light shone forth anew.
Finish nor fail that battle never could But one of them must in the wrong be proved.
AOI.
