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 Rather they’d die than from the battle pass. Good are the counts, and lofty their language. Felon pagans come cantering in their wrath. Says Oliver: “Behold and see, Rollanz, These are right near, but Charles is very far. On the olifant deign now to sound a blast; Were the King here, we should not fear damage. Only look up towards the Pass of Aspre, In sorrow there you’ll see the whole rereward. Who does this deed, does no more afterward.” Answers Rollanz: “Utter not such outrage! Evil his heart that is in thought coward! We shall remain firm in our place installed; From us the blows shall come, from us the assault.” AOI.

When Rollant sees that now must be combat, More fierce he’s found than lion or leopard; The Franks he calls, and Oliver commands: “Now say no more, my friends, nor thou, comrade. That Emperour, who left us Franks on guard, A thousand score stout men he set apart, And well he knows, not one will prove coward. Man for his lord should suffer with good heart, Of bitter cold and great heat bear the smart, His blood let drain, and all his flesh be scarred. Strike with thy lance, and I with Durendal, With my good sword that was the King’s reward. So, if I die, who has it afterward Noble vassal’s he well may say it was.”

From the other part is the Archbishop Turpin, He pricks his horse and mounts upon a hill; Calling the Franks, sermon to them begins: “My lords barons, Charles left us here for this; He is our King, well may we die for him: To Christendom good service offering.