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“Faster to push the projects still in hand, the toil-spent Father sent his stout young son, bidding him pass to Alemtejo’s land, with warlike gear and soldiers many a one.
Sancho, a sov’ereign wielder of the brand, straight forward passing, gore-red gars to run the stream whose waters feed Seville and flood, dyed by the brutish Moormen’s barb’rous blood.