Chapter CCLI
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In the Duke Naimes' brave heart what agony!
Once more the Pagan raised his arm to strike,
But now King Carle cries:--"Coward, wretch! This blow
Brings thee ill luck!"--And valiantly the King
Rushed on, crushed 'gainst his heart the buckler, rent
The hauberk's top; dead-struck the heathen King
Falls on the ground ... empty the saddle rests.
Aoi.
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La Chanson de Roland : Translated from the Seventh Edition of Léon GautierChapter CCLI
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