第175章 CCLXXXVI

Sees Tierris then 'that in the face he's struck, On grassy field runs clear his flowing blood;Strikes Pinabel on 's helmet brown and rough, To the nose-piece he's broken it and cut, And from his head scatters his brains in th' dust;Brandishes him on th' sword, till dead he's flung.

Upon that blow is all the battle won.

Franks cry aloud: "God hath great virtue done.

It is proved right that Guenelun be hung.

And those his kin, that in his cause are come."AOI.