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 Says the admiral: “Nay, Charles, think, I beg, And counsel take that t’wards me thou repent! Thou ’st slain my son, I know that very well; Most wrongfully my land thou challengest; Become my man, a fief from me thou’lt get; Come, serving me, from here to the Orient!” Charle answers him: “That were most vile offence; No peace nor love may I to pagan lend. Receive the Law that God to us presents, Christianity, and then I’ll love thee well; Serve and believe the King Omnipotent!” Says Baligant: “Evil sermon thou saist.” They go to strike with th’ swords, are on their belts. AOI.

In the admiral is much great virtue found; He strikes Carlun on his steel helm so brown, Has broken it and rent, above his brow, Through his thick hair the sword goes glancing round, A great palm’s breadth and more of flesh cuts out, So that all bare the bone is, in that wound. Charles tottereth, falls nearly to the ground; God wills not he be slain or overpow’red. Saint Gabriel once more to him comes down, And questions him: “Great King, what doest thou?”

Charles, hearing how that holy Angel spake, Had fear of death no longer, nor dismay; Remembrance and a fresh vigour he’s gained. So the admiral he strikes with France’s blade, His helmet breaks, whereon the jewels blaze, Slices his head, to scatter all his brains,