King Canabeus, brother of the admiral, Has pricked his horse with spurs in either flank;He's drawn his sword, whose hilt is of crystal, And strikes Naimun on's helmet principal;Away from it he's broken off one half, Five of the links his brand of steel hath knapped;No pennyworth the hood is after that;
Right to the flesh he slices through the cap;One piece of it he's flung upon the land.
Great was the blow; the Duke, amazed thereat, Had fallen ev'n, but aid from God he had;His charger's neck he clasped with both his hands.
Had the pagan but once renewed the attack, Then was he slain, that noble old vassal.
Came there to him, with succour, Charles of France.
AOI.
