Of the great multitude of either train, Christened or paynim, killed in that last fight, Though in unequal parts (for, of the slain, By far more Saracens were killed in flight, By hands of those redoubted damsels twain), Signs even to this day remain in sight:
For, hard by Arles, where sleeps the lazy Rhone, The plain with rising sepulchres is strown.
