Saturday, February 4, 2012
which has the rest of it.....
Translated from Gregory of Tours
One could do a lot worse than to spend an evening reading through Steve's blogs.
(The pic? Oh that fellow lived a whole lot later on than the Marshal did! I just liked the armour.)
there were no weaklings on that field.
The count of Saint-Pol was taken there
by the bridle of his horse,
but the worthy Marshal,
like the valiant knight he was, rescued him
from the hands of seven and more who were striving
to do him injury and were leading him away.
On that field the cowards stayed behind.
There you would have seen many a banner
soiled in the mud and trampled on,
and many a knight trampled on too
when they were knocked to the ground.
But the saying used to go that
the brave and the valiant are to be sought
often between the hooves of horses,
for never will cowards fall down there,
never will they so hate their lives
as to be willing to join the fray;
they take care not to do themselves injury,
they have no wish to get involved in that.
There you would have seen knights taken and horses won and lost.
Any man who was able to take another man's bridle
strove with might and main to hold on to him,
and the other did just as much to stave him off,
to join battle with him and defend himself.
At that point, any man wishing to separate the two
by negotiation would have had little success,
for words would have been no use whatever.