Bitter great grief has Charlemagne the King, Who Duke Naimun before him sees lying, On the green grass all his clear blood shedding.
Then the Emperour to him this counsel gives:
"Fair master Naimes, canter with me to win!
The glutton's dead, that had you straitly pinned;Through his carcass my spear I thrust once in."Answers the Duke: "Sire, I believe it, this.
Great proof you'll have of valour, if I live."They 'ngage them then, true love and faith swearing;A thousand score of Franks surround them still.
Nor is there one, but slaughters, strikes and kills.
AOI.
