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.