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Otuwel, þat douȝti kniȝt,Was war of þat a non riȝt.
Otuwel no lengere nabood,
To poidras a noon he rood,
& smot poidras of barbarin,
Þat þere he lay as a stiked swin.
| The English Charlemagne Romances | |
Was war of þat a non riȝt.
Otuwel no lengere nabood,
To poidras a noon he rood,
& smot poidras of barbarin,
Þat þere he lay as a stiked swin.