Nor blame him, nor blame other than myself,
Who never trusted other. These six years
Of waiting over, Fredegonde and I
Began our war; she, breaking out of bounds,
And ravaging some parts of Aquitaine,
Till some barbarians from Germany
Came at the call of Sigebert, and slew
And pillaged all the people up to Chartres,
Turning aside to waste and burn the crops,
Ploughing the fertile land with war, until