Soon to the field returns the Count Rollánd

With Durendal in hand; as a true knight

He fights. Faldrun del Pin he cleaves in half

With twenty-four among the bravest foes.

Never was man so bent upon revenge.

As run wild deer before the chasing hounds,

Before Rollánd the Pagans flee.—"Well done!"

The Archbishop cries, "Such valor a true Knight

Should have, when mounted, armed, on his good steed!

Else, not four deniers is he worth: a monk

In cloister should he be, and spend his life

In praying for our sins!...." "Strike," said Rollànd,

"No quarter!"—At the word the French renew

The combat ... yet the Christian loss was great.

Aoi.