Him on the left side smote that paynim peer, And (for the blow was with huge force designed)
Little his shield, and less his iron gear, Availed, which opened like the yielding rhind:
The weapon pierced his shoulder; Aldigier Now right now left upon his horse inclined;
Then him, 'mid grass and flowers, his comrades view, With arms of crimson, face of pallid, hue.