From the other part is the Archbishop Turpin, He pricks his horse and mounts upon a hill;Calling the Franks, sermon to them begins:
"My lords barons, Charles left us here for this;He is our King, well may we die for him:
To Christendom good service offering.
Battle you'll have, you all are bound to it, For with your eyes you see the Sarrazins.
Pray for God's grace, confessing Him your sins!
For your souls' health, I'll absolution give So, though you die, blest martyrs shall you live, Thrones you shall win in the great Paradis."The Franks dismount, upon the ground are lit.
That Archbishop God's Benediction gives, For their penance, good blows to strike he bids.
