La Chanson de Roland, CCLXXXVII

No braver man than Pinabel.—Such blows He deals on Tierri's helmet of Provence, That the sparks fly in showers, and, falling, set The grass ablaze. Then aiming at his foe His keen-edged brand, down to the brow cuts through His helm; the blade glides down across his face, And plows his right cheek with a deep red gash; Unto his stomach is the haubert rent, But God protects him, and averts his death. Aoi.