V.

V.

Psalm-chanting came the shaven monks, within the camp of dread; Amidst his warriors, Norman Rou stood taller by the head. Out spoke the Frank Archbishop then, a priest devout and sage, “When peace and plenty wait thy word, what need of war and rage? Why waste a land as fair as aught beneath the arch of blue, Which might be thine to sow and reap?”--Thus saith the King to Rou.

VI.

“‘I’ll give thee all the ocean coast, from Michael Mount to Eure, And Gille, my fairest child, as bride, to bind thee fast and sure; If then but kneel to Christ our God, and sheathe thy paynim sword, And hold thy land, the Church’s son, a fief from Charles thy lord.” The Norman on his warriors looked--to counsel they withdrew; The saints took pity on the Franks, and moved the soul of Rou.