[CLIX.]
The Pagans say:—"The Emperor returns; These are the clarions of the French we hear. If Carle should come, 'twill be our doom; if lives Rollánd, the war begins anew, and Spain Our land is lost to us for evermore." Four hundred warriors well armed cap-a-pie, The bravest of the host, then closed their ranks And dashed in fierce attack against Rollánd. Mighty the deeds the Count must now achieve! Aoi.
[CLX.]
As they draw near, Rollánd calls up his pride And summons all his strength to meet the charge. No foot of ground he yields while life remains. Firm on his courser Veillantif he sits And gores his flanks with spurs of purest gold. Into the thickest ranks he and Turpin The Archbishop rush. And now the Pagans all Unto each other cry: "Hence, friends, away! The horns of those of France we now have heard, Carlemagne the mighty Emperor returns!" Aoi.
[CLXI.]
Ne'er could the Count Rollánd a coward love, Nor proud, nor wicked men, nor faithless knights. He calls to the Archbishop: "You, on foot, And I on horseback, sire! For love of you I by your side will stand; together we Will share or good or ill; I leave you not For aught of human mold. This day we shall Hurl back the Pagan charge, and Durendal Shall deal his mightiest blows!"—To this replies The Archbishop: "Traitor he who strikes not well! King Carle returns—Great shall his vengeance be!" Aoi.
[CLXII.]
The Pagans say: "For such ill were we born! What fatal morn this day for us has ris'n! Dead lie our lords and Peers! With his great host King Carle returns, the mighty Baron—Hark! His clarions sound, and loud the cry 'Montjoie;' Rollánd has so great pride, no man of flesh Can make him yield, or vanquished fall. 'Twere best We pierced him from afar, and left him lying Upon the field!"——'Twas done: darts, lances, spears, Javelins, winged arrows flew so thick, That his good shield was pierced, his hauberk rent And torn apart—his body yet unharmed. Veillantif, pierced with thirty wounds, falls dead Beneath the Count.—The affrighted Pagans fly. The Count Rollánd stands on the field, alone. Aoi.