Again the Pagan:—"I am wonder-struck

On knowing Carle so old and so white-haired!

Methinks he passed two hundred years; by arms

He won so many lands—so many wounds

In battle he received from trenchant swords!

So many powerful kings on battle-fields

Conquered or slew!—When will he cease to war?"

"—Never!"—said Ganelon, "while lives Rollánd:

From here to farthest east no knight his peer

E'er lived: his comrade too, Count Olivier,

Is brave; and the twelve Peers, so dear to Carle,

The van-guard make of twenty thousand knights.

Carle may have peace, and fears no living man!"

Aoi.