第130章 CCXLI

That count Rabel, he was a hardy knight, He pricked his horse with spurs of gold so fine, The Persian king, Torleu, he went to strike.

Nor shield nor sark could such a blow abide;The golden spear his carcass passed inside;Flung down upon a little bush, he died.

Then say the Franks: "Lord God, be Thou our Guide!

Charles we must not fail; his cause is right."AOI.