The king of Sweden, foremost of those knights, In falling too is foremost of the train;
With such surpassing force his helmet smites That spear, which never yet was couched in vain.
Gothland's good king next meets the maid, and lights With feet in air, at distance on the plain.
The third (unhorsed by Aymon's beauteous daughter)
Half buried lies in mire and marshy water.