Then through the field cantered that admiral, Going to strike the county Guineman;Against his heart his argent shield he cracked, The folds of his hauberk apart he slashed, Two of his ribs out of his side he hacked, So flung him dead, while still his charger ran.
After, he slew Gebuin and Lorain, Richard the old, the lord of those Normans.
"Preciuse," cry pagans, "is valiant!
Baron, strike on; here have we our warrant!"AOI.
