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MILITARY ORDERS
declining to
a ballad’s
measure
Then up and rode for the frontier
The Kings with all their noble men,
And ever in the front of all
The Master of S. James rode then:
The Master of S. James was lord
Of castle and of town by right,
He was a noble gentleman
A trusty leader in a fight.
The Chronicle's account of the Pope’s
reception at Avignon of the news of the
victory, is more splendid than anything in
the Poem: the great banner beating in
the autumn wind, the captured horses and
armour, the four and twenty Moorish
standards, Benedict the Pope in proces-
sion, and the long, bright line of cardinals,
and the thunderous chanting, Vexilla
Regis prodeunt fidget Crucis mysterium. But
the Orders counted for little there.
The Master of Santiago was killed that
day: the poet is quite indifferent but does
his duty:
or even the
blind beg-
gar’s whine
And where the press was thick,
As men do still relate,
Alfonso Mendez Guzman
Therein has met his fate;
HISPANIC NOTES
MILITARY ORDERS
declining to
a ballad’s
measure
Then up and rode for the frontier
The Kings with all their noble men,
And ever in the front of all
The Master of S. James rode then:
The Master of S. James was lord
Of castle and of town by right,
He was a noble gentleman
A trusty leader in a fight.
The Chronicle's account of the Pope’s
reception at Avignon of the news of the
victory, is more splendid than anything in
the Poem: the great banner beating in
the autumn wind, the captured horses and
armour, the four and twenty Moorish
standards, Benedict the Pope in proces-
sion, and the long, bright line of cardinals,
and the thunderous chanting, Vexilla
Regis prodeunt fidget Crucis mysterium. But
the Orders counted for little there.
The Master of Santiago was killed that
day: the poet is quite indifferent but does
his duty:
or even the
blind beg-
gar’s whine
And where the press was thick,
As men do still relate,
Alfonso Mendez Guzman
Therein has met his fate;
HISPANIC NOTES