"Have thou no hope to make me fly, or yield To thee my quarters, though a child I be;
My life shalt thou take from me, if my shield;
But I, in God, well hope the contrary.
-- This as it may! -- shall none, in fighting field, Say that I ever shamed my ancestry."
So said, and grasping in his hand the sword, The youthful king assailed Mount Alban's lord.