CXCII

　　Clear is that day, and the sun radiant.

　　Out of his barge issues their admiral,

　　Espaneliz goes forth at his right hand,

　　Seventeen kings follow him in a band,

　　Counts too, and dukes; I cannot tell of that.

　　Where in a field, midway, a laurel stands,

　　On the green grass they spread a white silk mat,

　　Set a fald-stool there, made of olifant;

　　Sits him thereon the pagan Baligant,

　　And all the rest in rows about him stand.

　　The lord of them speaks before any man:

　　"Listen to me, free knights and valiant!

　　Charles the King, the Emperour of the Franks,

　　Shall not eat bread, save when that I command.

　　Throughout all Spain great war with me he's had;

　　I will go seek him now, into Douce France,

　　I will not cease, while I'm a living man,

　　Till be slain, or fall between my hands."

　　Upon his knee his right-hand glove he slaps.