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Again the Pagan:--"I am wonder-struck On knowing Carle so old and so white-haired! Methinks he passed two hundred years; by arms He won so many lands--so many wounds In battle he received from trenchant swords! So many powerful kings on battle-fields Conquered or slew!--When will he cease to war?" "--Never!"--said Ganelon, "while lives Rollánd: From here to farthest east no knight his peer E'er lived: his comrade too, Count Olivier, Is brave; and the twelve Peers, so dear to Carle, The van-guard make of twenty thousand knights. Carle may have peace, and fears no living man!" Aoi.