第152章 CCLXIII

Pagans are fled, ev'n as the Lord God wills;Chase them the Franks, and the Emperour therewith.

Says the King then: "My Lords, avenge your ills, Unto your hearts' content, do what you will!.

For tears, this morn, I saw your eyes did spill."Answer the Franks: "Sir, even so we will."Then such great blows, as each may strike, he gives That few escape, of those remain there still.