Lord Olivier then his good sword unsheathed,

For which Rollánd entreated him so much,

And showed it to his friend with knightly pride;

Strikes down a Pagan, Justin de Val-Ferrée,

Whose head is severed by the blow; cuts through

Th' embroider'd hauberk, through the body, through

The saddle all with studs and gold embossed,

And through the back-bone of the steed. Both man

And steed fall on the grass before him, dead.

Rollánd exclaims: "Henceforth, you are indeed

My brother! These, the strokes loved by King Carle!"

And echoes round the cry: "Montjoie! Montjoie!"

Aoi.