CXXXV.

Rollánd raised to his lips the olifant, Drew a deep breath, and blew with all his force. High are the mountains, and from peak to peak The sound re-echoes; thirty leagues away 'Twas heard by Carle and all his brave compeers. Cried the king:--"Our men make battle!--" Ganelon Retorts in haste:--"If thus another dared To speak, we should denounce it as a lie." Aoi.