Thomas Becket- Un Chanson de Geste

Though bold men said he must bend to their way, His feet firm in the earth, he deigned to say, "The honor of my order I will save." Unspoken exile into France he bore, Crude food he ate and simple garments wore, Into great books did he his spirit pour. Six years did fly 'till signs of peace did show, The English king could ne'er be trusted, though, Yet Becket trembling not resolved to go. Not long was he returned 'till news did spread, The Church of Canterbury stained in red, The king of England blamed - and Thomas dead.