CXXXI.

Rollánd says;--"I will blow mine olifant, And Carle will hear it from the pass. I pledge My word the French at once retrace their steps." Said Olivier:--"This a great shame would be, One which to all your kindred would bequeathe A lifetime's stain. When this I asked of you, You answered nay, and would do naught. Well, now With my consent you shall not;--if you blow Your horn, of valor true you show no proof. Already, both your arms are drenched with blood." Responds the Count:--"These arms have nobly struck." Aoi.