part I would rather drink than sing.” Nevertheless he felt flattered by

the challenge, and without further protest began:

“Your camp with all its treasures rare Has fallen to the Switzers’ share: Oh fie! Duke Charles, for shame!”

“Yes—fie! Duke Charles, for shame!”

all joined in rousing chorus.

“Should such disgrace not break your pride, Come back, fresh armies at your side, We’ll serve you just the same.”

“We’ll serve you just the same,”

echoed the singers enthusiastically. Then others gathering about the rude minstrel took up the strain, till far and wide resounded the triumphant notes of the ballad of the battle of Granson. How every heart swelled as Werni, hoarse and weary, concluded:

“The Confederation, whate’er betide, Doth ever fast and firm abide, As this day well hath proven; The fame of Granson’s martial band Shall ring triumphant through the land, With praises interwoven.”