. Frithjof, the viking of Norway : and Roland, the paladin of France. extends his arm, blesses themin the name of God, and concludes : 192 Roland ** And be your penance to strike Pay-nims! It was with lightened hearts the knightsrose from their knees, freed of their loadof sin, at peace with God and blest, andagain mounted their fleet chargers, readyand eao^er for battle. Roland called Oli-ver to him, perhaps regretting his burstof temper. Comrade, he said, you were rightin saying that it was Ganelon who be-trayed us. He will have traded us for agoodly sum in gold and silver. As forMarsilius,
. Frithjof, the viking of Norway : and Roland, the paladin of France. extends his arm, blesses themin the name of God, and concludes : 192 Roland ** And be your penance to strike Pay-nims! It was with lightened hearts the knightsrose from their knees, freed of their loadof sin, at peace with God and blest, andagain mounted their fleet chargers, readyand eao^er for battle. Roland called Oli-ver to him, perhaps regretting his burstof temper. Comrade, he said, you were rightin saying that it was Ganelon who be-trayed us. He will have traded us for agoodly sum in gold and silver. As forMarsilius, who bought us, our swords shallclinch the bargain he struck with thetraitor. As Roland rode into the pass on hisgood steed Veillantif, in his richest armour,the golden fringe from his white pennondrooping along the shaft of his lance downto his hand, with open, smiling counte-nance, he looked the very ideal of a nobleknight; the French looked on him withloving pride and greeted him with the cry Hail to our champion ! Oliver rodebut a step behind. Rolands glance was. ARCHBISHOP TURPIN BLESSES THE FRENCH ARMY LEFT AT RONCEVAUX. THE c Before the Battle 193 dark and fierce as he cast it on the Sara-cens, gentle and modest as his eye restedon his own people, and he halted for acourteous word : Lords and barons, walk your horses;save yourselves and them. These hea-thens, in sooth, have come a long way forwhat they will get. And think what glori-ous booty there will be for us ! No Kingof France ever gathered richer. But Oliver was not to be cheered ordistracted from his gloomy forebodings. I dont care to talk, he said, brusquely.* You would not sound your horn ;Charless help is sorely needed. Certainly,whatever befall us, he will not be to blame,nor those who are with him, since theyknow not a word of this. Now all that isleft us is to ride hard, and strike hard,and die hard. For Gods sake, think ofonly these two things : to give and to takehard blows. And let us not forgetCharless ow
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