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THE ROYAL HOUSE OF FRANCE - outriders poetry project

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© 2009 Max Wickert<br />

he did not have the courage to wait for him, but ran down the stairs. Richier pursued him through<br />

the hall, slashing away, and killed more than thirty of them. He snatched his shield back up, ran to<br />

the stable, mounted his horse, and rode into the courtyard, but saw none of his people there. Then<br />

he sounded his horn, and at that sound some five hundred gathered with him. He shouted good<br />

comfort to them and sped toward the Saracens, who, when they heard his horn, had retreated from<br />

him. He overthrew the Mustapha, Clarel, and King Ulien, and burst his lance. He drew his sword,<br />

and those overthrown kings could barely get away. By the force of his arms, he pursued all the<br />

Saracens in the courtyard with most bitter blows, making them turn to flight toward the gate by<br />

which they had entered. Then he returned once again to the courtyard.<br />

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Richier, having reentered the yard, sounded his horn once more. Already a rumor spread among the<br />

Christians that Richier had gained control of the courtyard, and therefore everyman was hurrying<br />

thither. By what was told later, he found himself there with seven thousand armed men. When he<br />

asked where his brother Miles was, one of them said to him, weeping: “I while ago he rode to<br />

defend the gate and was killed.” When Richier heard that Miles was dead, he said: “No I care not<br />

whether I live or die,” and overcome with grief sped toward the foes along that street that led to the<br />

gate where Miles had been slain. Although it was now close to dawn, the moon had already set and<br />

the night was dark. When Richier’s voice was heard, many torches were fixed to the windows, and<br />

he broke through the enemies like a lion, putting them some to flight and killing others, crying:<br />

“Where are you, Almont, you traitor?” His sword was instantly known, as he shouted: “Almont,<br />

what happened to your false promise? For you promised me that, if I overthrew you, you would<br />

return to Africa with your army, and with all these men here. But you shall not gain this city so<br />

lightly.” Already Richier had overthrown a thousand knights and left the street behind him full of

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