第174章 CCLXXXV

He's very proof, Pinabel of Sorence, Tierri he strikes, on 's helmet of Provence, Leaps such a spark, the grass is kindled thence;Of his steel brand the point he then presents, On Tierri's brow the helmet has he wrenched So down his face its broken halves descend;And his right cheek in flowing blood is drenched;And his hauberk, over his belly, rent.

God's his warrant, Who death from him prevents.

AOI.