Olivier from the summit of a hill

On his right hand looks o'er a grassy vale,

And views the Pagans' onward marching hordes;

Then straight he called his faithful friend Rollánd:

"From Spain a distant rumbling noise I hear,

So many hauberks white and flashing helms

I see!—This will inflame our French men's hearts.

The treason is the work of Ganelon

Who named us for this post before the King."

"Hush! Olivier!"—the Count Rollánd replies,

"'Tis my step-father, speak no other word."

Aoi.