XI

　　Clear shone the sun in a fair even-tide;

　　Those ten men's mules in stall he bade them tie.

　　Also a tent in the orchard raise on high,

　　Those messengers had lodging for the night;

　　Dozen serjeants served after them aright.

　　Darkling they lie till comes the clear daylight.

　　That Emperour does with the morning rise;

　　Matins and Mass are said then in his sight.

　　Forth goes that King, and stays beneath a pine;

　　Barons he calls, good counsel to define,

　　For with his Franks he's ever of a mind.

　　AOI.