'No, no,' cried Vivian, 'seek my uncle down there in the Aliscans, and
bring him to my aid.' 'Never till my sword breaks,' answered Bertrand,
and laid about him harder than ever. And to their joy they heard a war
cry sounding in their ears, and five Frankish Counts, cousins of Vivian
and of Bertrand, galloped up. Fight they did with all their might, but
none fought like Vivian. 'Heavens! what a warrior!' cried the Counts as
they saw his blows, while the Saracens asked themselves if the man whom
they had killed at mid-day had been brought back to life by the help of
devils. 'If we let them escape now we shall be covered with shame before
Mahomet,' said they, 'but ere night falls William shall acknowledge that
he is conquered.' 'Indeed!' said Bertrand, and with his cousins he fell
upon them till they fled. The Counts were victors on this field, but,
wounded and weary as they were, another combat lay before them, for a
force of twenty thousand Saracens was advancing from the valley. Their
hearts never failed them, but they had no strength left; the young
Counts were all taken prisoners, except Vivian, who was left for dead by
the side of a fountain where he had been struck down. 'O Father in
Heaven,' he said, feeling his life going from him, 'forgive me my sins,
and help my uncle, if it is Thy hol