The noise Sir Dudon hears, the slaughter spies, But knows not who the stranger cavalier:
He marks how, put to rout, his people flies;
With anguish, with lament and mighty fear;
Quickly for courser, shield, and helmet cries, (Bosom, and arms, and thighs, were mailed whilere)
Leaps on his horse, nor -- having seized his lance-- Forgets he is a paladin of France.