And they gave no battle-shout.
But the deep hills peal’d with a cry ere long,
When the Christians burst on the Paynim throng!
—With a sudden flash of the lance and spear,
And a charge of the war-steed in full career,
It was Alvar Fañez came![243]
He that was wrapt with no funeral shroud,
Had pass’d before like a threatening cloud!
And the storm rush’d down on the tented plain,
And the Archer-Queen,[244] with her bands, lay slain;