第126章 CCXXXVII

Great are the hosts, and all the columns fair, No peak nor vale nor cliff between them there, Thicket nor wood, nor ambush anywhere;Across the plain they see each other well.

Says Baligant: "My pagan tribes adverse, Battle to seek, canter ye now ahead!"Carries the ensign Amboires of Oluferne;

Pagans cry out, by Preciuse they swear.

And the Franks say: "Great hurt this day you'll get!"And very loud "Monjoie!" they cry again.

That Emperour has bid them sound trumpets;And the olifant sounds over all its knell.

The pagans say: "Carlun's people are fair.

Battle we'll have, bitter and keenly set."AOI.