"And Chiareillo and Mambrino slew, And sacked the realm whose royal crown they wore.
Come of this blood, where Danube's waters, through Eight horns or ten to meet the Euxine pour, Me to the far-renowned Duke Aymon, who Thither a stranger roved, my mother bore.
And 'tis a twelvemonth now since her, in quest Of my French kin, I left with grief opprest.
