"The strife is rude," Rollánd says—"I will blow

My horn, that Carle may hear."—Said Olivier:—

"This would not courage be. What I desired,

Companion, you disdained. Were the king here,

Safe would we be, but yon brave men are not

To blame"—"By this my beard," said Olivier,

"I swear, if e'er I see again sweet Aude,

My sister, in her arms you ne'er shall lie."

Aoi.