CXXII.

Hearing the Frenchmen's sobs, the Count Rollánd Grasps in his hand his sword, all reeking blood. His mighty heart nigh breaking with his grief, Cries to the foe:--"May God all evils send On thee! him hast thou slain for whom thou shalt Most dearly pay!--" He spurs his flying steed.... Conquer who may--these two fight hand to hand. Aoi.