‘What thinketh now,’ quoth he, ‘the gallant Charlon?

Will he aid me against the prowess of Mahon?’

Quoth Loéis, ‘We will take counsel thereon,

To-morrow in the morning shalt thou conne,

If aught by us in this matter can be done.’

Guillaume heard this⁠—black was he as carbon,

He louted low, and seized a baton,