第171章 CCLXXXII

Upon the ground are fallen both the knights;Nimbly enough upon their feet they rise.

Nimble and strong is Pinabels, and light.

Each the other seeks; horses are out of mind, But with those swords whose hilts with gold are lined Upon those helms of steel they beat and strike:

Great are the blows, those helmets to divide.

The chevaliers of France do much repine.

"O God!" says Charles, "Make plain to us the right!"