ThroughthehighwaysVafrinowouldnotpass，Apathmoresecret，safeandshort，heknew，Andnowclosebythecity’swallhewas，Whensunwasset，nightintheeastupflew，Withdropsofbloodbesmearedhefoundthegrass，Andsawwherelayawarriormurderednew，Thatallbe-bledtheground，hisfacetoskiesHeturns，andseemstothreat，thoughdeadhelies：
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HisharnessandhishabitbothbetrayedHewasaPagan；forwardwentthesquire，AndsawwhereasanotherchampionlaidDeadontheland，allsoiledwithbloodandmire，“ThiswassomeChristianknight，“Vafrinosaid：
Andmarkingwellhisarmsandrichattire，Heloosedhishelm，andsawhisvisageplain，Andcried，“Alas，hereliesTancredislain！“
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