LXXXVI.

"Companion Rollánd, sound your olifant!

If Carle who passes through the mounts shall hear,

To you I pledge my word, the French return."

Answered Rollánd:—"May God forbid!—Ne'er be

It said by living man that Pagans could

Cause me to blow my horn, to bring disgrace

Upon my kin!—When on the battle field,

I'll strike one thousand seven hundred blows,

And Durendal all bleeding shall you see.

[The French are brave and bravely will they strike.]

Those Spanish Moors are doomed to certain death."

Aoi.

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