LXXXVI.

"Companion Rollánd, sound your olifant! If Carle who passes through the mounts shall hear, To you I pledge my word, the French return." Answered Rollánd:--"May God forbid!--Ne'er be It said by living man that Pagans could Cause me to blow my horn, to bring disgrace Upon my kin!--When on the battle field, I'll strike one thousand seven hundred blows, And Durendal all bleeding shall you see. [The French are brave and bravely will they strike.] Those Spanish Moors are doomed to certain death." Aoi.