Chapter CCLII

Deep grief the Emperor felt when there he saw
Duke Naimes sore-wounded and the verdant grass
Streamed o'er by his clear blood, and thereupon
This counsel spoke:--"Fair Naimes, ride close by me;
The wretch who brought you to this cruel fight
Has breathed his last, his body by my lance
Transfixed."--The Duke:--"In you my trust, O sire!
If e'er I live, with knightly service shall
My arm requite this deed!"--Then side by side
In faith and love, with twenty thousand knights
They march. And none of these or flinch or yield.
Aoi.