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CXXVIII.

The Count Rollánd calls Olivier: "With me, Companion, sire, confess that 'mong brave knights The archbishop upon earth or under Heav'n Has not his peer in casting spear or lance." Olivier answers:--"To his rescue on!" At this the French once more resume the fight. Hard are the blows, rough is the strife--Meantime The Christian host in greatest sorrow mourn. Aoi.