The Song of Roland, CCXXXIX–CCL

Charles the Great, when he sees the admiral And the dragon, his ensign and standard;— (In such great strength are mustered those Arabs Of that country they've covered every part Save only that whereon the Emperour was.) The King of France in a loud voice has called: "Barons and Franks, good vassals are ye all, Ye in the field have fought so great combats; See the pagans; they're felons and cowards, No pennyworth is there in all their laws. Though they've great hosts, my lords, what matters that? Let him go hence, who'ld fail me in the attack." Next with both spurs he's gored his horse's flanks, And Tencendor has made four bounds thereat. Then say the Franks: "This King's a good vassal. Canter, brave lord, for none of us holds back."

Clear is the day, and the sun radiant; The hosts are fair, the companies are grand. The first columns are come now hand to hand. The count Rabel and the count Guinemans Let fall the reins on their swift horses' backs, Spurring in haste; then on rush all the Franks, And go to strike, each with his trenchant lance. AOI.

That count Rabel, he was a hardy knight, He pricked his horse with spurs of gold so fine, The Persian king, Torleu, he went to strike. Nor shield nor sark could such a blow abide; The golden spear his carcass passed inside; Flung down upon a little bush, he died. Then say the Franks: "Lord God, be Thou our Guide! Charles we must not fail; his cause is right." AOI.

And Guineman tilts with the king Leutice; Has broken all the flowers on his shield, Next of his sark he has undone the seam, All his ensign thrust through the carcass clean, So flings him dead, let any laugh or weep. Upon that blow, the Franks cry out with heat: "Strike on, baron, nor slacken in your speed! Charle's in the right against the pagan breed; God sent us here his justice to complete." AOI.

Pure white the horse whereon Malprimes sate; Guided his corse amid the press of Franks, Hour in, hour out, great blows he struck them back, And, ever, dead one upon others packed. Before them all has cried out Baligant: "Barons, long time I've fed you at my hand. Ye see my son, who goes on Carlun's track, And with his arms so many lords attacks; Better vassal than him I'll not demand. Go, succour him, each with his trenchant lance!" Upon that word the pagans all advance; Grim blows they strike, the slaughter's very grand. And marvellous and weighty the combat: Before nor since was never such attack. AOI.

Great are the hosts; the companies in pride Come touching, all the breadth of either side; And the pagans do marvellously strike. So many shafts, by God! in pieces lie And crumpled shields, and sarks with mail untwined! So spattered all the earth there would you find That through the field the grass so green and fine With men's life-blood is all vermilion dyed. That admiral rallies once more his tribe: "Barons, strike on, shatter the Christian line." Now very keen and lasting is the fight, As never was, before or since that time; The finish none shall reach, unless he die. AOI.

That admiral to all his race appeals: "Pagans, strike on; came you not therefore here? I promise you noble women and dear, I promise you honours and lands and fiefs." Answer pagans: "We must do well indeed." With mighty blows they shatter all their spears; Five score thousand swords from their scabbards leap, Slaughter then, grim and sorrowful, you'd seen. Battle he saw, that stood those hosts between. AOI.

That Emperour calls on his Franks and speaks: "I love you, lords, in whom I well believe; So many great battles you've fought for me, Kings overthrown, and kingdoms have redeemed! Guerdon I owe, I know it well indeed; My lands, my wealth, my body are yours to keep. For sons, for heirs, for brothers wreak Who in Rencesvals were slaughtered yester-eve! Mine is the right, ye know, gainst pagan breeds." Answer the Franks: "Sire, 'tis the truth you speak." Twenty thousand beside him Charles leads, Who with one voice have sworn him fealty; In straits of death they never will him leave. There is not one thenceforth employs his spear, But with their swords they strike in company. The battle is straitened marvellously. AOI.

Across that field the bold Malprimes canters; Who of the Franks hath wrought there much great damage. Naimes the Duke right haughtily regards him, And goes to strike him, like a man of valour, And of his shield breaks all the upper margin, Tears both the sides of his embroidered ha'berk, Through the carcass thrusts all his yellow banner; So dead among sev'n hundred else he casts him.

King Canabeus, brother of the admiral, Has pricked his horse with spurs in either flank; He's drawn his sword, whose hilt is of crystal, And strikes Naimun on's helmet principal; Away from it he's broken off one half, Five of the links his brand of steel hath knapped; No pennyworth the hood is after that; Right to the flesh he slices through the cap; One piece of it he's flung upon the land. Great was the blow; the Duke, amazed thereat, Had fallen ev'n, but aid from God he had; His charger's neck he clasped with both his hands. Had the pagan but once renewed the attack, Then was he slain, that noble old vassal. Came there to him, with succour, Charles of France. AOI.

Keen anguish then he suffers, that Duke Naimes, And the pagan, to strike him, hotly hastens. "Culvert," says Charles, "You'll get now as you gave him!" With vassalage he goes to strike that pagan, Shatters his shield, against his heart he breaks it, Tears the chin-guard above his hauberk mailed; So flings him dead: his saddle shall be wasted.

Bitter great grief has Charlemagne the King, Who Duke Naimun before him sees lying, On the green grass all his clear blood shedding. Then the Emperour to him this counsel gives: "Fair master Naimes, canter with me to win! The glutton's dead, that had you straitly pinned; Through his carcass my spear I thrust once in." Answers the Duke: "Sire, I believe it, this. Great proof you'll have of valour, if I live." They 'ngage them then, true love and faith swearing; A thousand score of Franks surround them still. Nor is there one, but slaughters, strikes and kills. AOI.