LXXXVI

Says Oliver: “In this I see no blame; I have beheld the Sarrazins of Spain; Covered with them, the mountains and the vales,NG-1087 Bottle Opener Metal USB Flash Drive, The wastes I saw, and all the farthest plains. A muster great they’ve made, this people strange; We have of men a very little tale.” Answers Rollanz: “My anger is inflamed. Never, please God His Angels and His Saints, Never by me shall Frankish valour fail! Rather I’ll die than shame shall me attain. Therefore strike on, the Emperour’s love to gain.”

LXXXVII

Pride hath Rollanz, wisdom Olivier hath; And both of them shew marvellous courage; Once they are horsed, once they have donned their arms, Rather they’d die than from the battle pass. Good are the counts, and lofty their language. Felon pagans come cantering in their wrath. Says Oliver: “Behold and see, Rollanz, These are right near, but Charles is very far. On the olifant deign now to sound a blast; Were the King here, we should not fear damage. Only look up towards the Pass of Aspre, In sorrow there you’ll see the whole rereward. Who does this deed, does no more afterward.” Answers Rollanz: “Utter not such outrage! Evil his heart that is in thought coward! We shall remain firm in our place installed; From us the blows shall come,NG-671 Dog tag shape metal usb flash drives, from us the assault.” AOI.

LXXXVIII

When Rollant sees that now must be combat, More fierce he’s found than lion or leopard; The Franks he calls, and Oliver commands: “Now say no more, my friends, nor thou, comrade. That Emperour, who left us Franks on guard, A thousand score stout men he set apart, And well he knows, not one will prove coward. Man for his lord should suffer with good heart,NG-SanDisk Cruzer Blade USB Flash Drive, Of bitter cold and great heat bear the smart, His blood let drain, and all his flesh be scarred. Strike with thy lance, and I with Durendal, With my good sword that was the King’s reward. So, if I die, who has it afterward Noble vassal’s he well may say it was.”

LXXXIX

From the other part is the Archbishop Turpin, He pricks his horse and mounts upon a hill; Calling the Franks, sermon to them begins: “My lords barons, Charles left us here for this; He is our King, well may we die for him: To Christendom good service offering. Battle you’ll have, you all are bound to it, For with your eyes you see the Sarrazins. Pray for God’s grace, confessing Him your sins! For your souls’ health, I’ll absolution give So, though you die, blest martyrs shall you live, Thrones you shall