Passes the day, the darkness is grown deep, But all the stars burn, and the moon shines clear.
And Sarraguce is in the Emperour's keep.
A thousand Franks he bids seek through the streets, The synagogues and the mahumeries;With iron malls and axes which they wield They break the idols and all the imageries;So there remain no fraud nor falsity.
That King fears God, and would do His service, On water then Bishops their blessing speak, And pagans bring into the baptistry.
If any Charles with contradiction meet Then hanged or burned or slaughtered shall he be.
Five score thousand and more are thus redeemed, Very Christians; save that alone the queen To France the Douce goes in captivity;By love the King will her conversion seek.
