StNicholas [serial] . RLES MARTEL. Courage! cried the Christian chieftain. Let him die whose cheek shall pale!Right is ours, and God will help us — if we fight we cannot fail! And the sturdy Frankish warriors hewed their way through Moslem mail. Lo! the Ameer Abd-er-Rahman lies among his thousands the last charge of the Moslems surges forward, and againBreaks, as on some granite headland hoarsely breaks the baffledmain. On that day the Frankish chieftain dealt his battle-blows so wellThat, beneath his stroke unerring, Moslems by the hundred fell;And they called him ever after Carl
StNicholas [serial] . RLES MARTEL. Courage! cried the Christian chieftain. Let him die whose cheek shall pale!Right is ours, and God will help us — if we fight we cannot fail! And the sturdy Frankish warriors hewed their way through Moslem mail. Lo! the Ameer Abd-er-Rahman lies among his thousands the last charge of the Moslems surges forward, and againBreaks, as on some granite headland hoarsely breaks the baffledmain. On that day the Frankish chieftain dealt his battle-blows so wellThat, beneath his stroke unerring, Moslems by the hundred fell;And they called him ever after Carl the Hammer — CharlesMartel. Darkness closed the scene of carnage; but through all that autumn nightPanic reigned among the conquered, and the morning, calm and bright,Found the Moorish tents deserted, telling of their southward flight. And that shattered host retreated back to Spain, as oer the seasBackward drift the cloudy legions broken by the rising again a Moslem army crossed the frowning
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