Note 61 — Chapter XXV · THE DARKEST HOUR—A.D. 855-887
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Lewis was a sprightly youth and given to affairs of love, ‘and it chanced one day that in sport he chased a certain damsel, the daughter of Germund. She fled in at her father’s gate, and the king followed her, laughing. But he forgot to stoop sufficiently at the portal, and was crushed between the roof and the high pommel of his saddle, so that he died within a few days.’