"The guard!—quick—ho!—the enemy
Our ditch and parapet have scaled!"...
Too true: a rampart's coin they'd won,
With skulking treachery for their guide;
De Charnisé himself led on,
With Ponce—the traitor!—by his side.
With one wild shout of "Vive La Tour!"
We dash upon their bristling van;
Where waves our lady's sword before,
Herself unscathed by fiend or man.