Chapter CCXVII

First of them all the Emperor is armed.
Quick donned his hauberk,--laced his helm--Joyeuse,
Whose brightness vies with the sun's dazzling rays,
Is girded on--a shield of Girunde hangs
Upon his neck,--his lance, forged in Blandune
He wields, and mounts his good steed Tencendur
Which nigh the ford below Marsune he won,
When he struck dead Malpalin de Nerbune.
Quick to a gallop spurred, rein loosed, the steed
Sped on, before one hundred thousand men.
Carle calls on Rome's Apostle and on God.
Aoi.