Hear ye? ‘Tis Lez-Breiz who arrives:
He comes, ye need not doubt,
With goodly number in his rear
Of steel-clad warriors stout.
Hold! on a small white ass he rides,
Bridled with hempen cord;
And all his suite one little page
Who followeth his lord!
And yet he is a mighty man
As any that draw sword.
Now, when the squire of Lez-Breiz saw
Them onward nearer ride,
He closer pressed and closer to
The knight his master’s side.
“See you, my lord? ‘Tis Lorgnez comes,
And with him warriors ten,
And ten surround him as he rides,
Followed again by ten.
“Round by the chestnut woods they come:
Alas, my master dear,