CCLI.

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.