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France! France! Turn, turn, ye Spaniards; not thus shall you carry away the flower of chivalry. Taken by surprise, the enemy received the French charge with some disorder, and as men and horses gave way, the Good Knight saw his opportunity, and without putting his foot in the stirrup, sprang upon a fine horse whose rider was thrown, and as soon as he was mounted, cried:
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France! France! Bayard! Bayard! whom you have let go! When the Spaniards heard the name and saw what a mistake they had made to leave him his arms (without requiring his parole, which he would certainly have kept), they lost heart and turned back towards their camp, while the French, overjoyed at having recovered their
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Good Knight without Fear and without Reproach