Rollánd says;—"I will blow mine olifant,

And Carle will hear it from the pass. I pledge

My word the French at once retrace their steps."

Said Olivier:—"This a great shame would be,

One which to all your kindred would bequeathe

A lifetime's stain. When this I asked of you,

You answered nay, and would do naught. Well, now

With my consent you shall not;—if you blow

Your horn, of valor true you show no proof.

Already, both your arms are drenched with blood."

Responds the Count:—"These arms have nobly struck."

Aoi.