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THE ROYAL HOUSE OF FRANCE - outriders poetry project

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© 2009 Max Wickert<br />

“Long live Young Roland!” They were eager to proclaim him lord of the feast that lay ahead of<br />

them.<br />

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As Young Roland stood amid this crowd of boys and they wished to proclaim him lord of the feast,<br />

one boy, the son of a merchant of clothing, said to the other boys: “By my faith, what a disgrace it<br />

would be to us to make Young Roland our lord, who walks about in clothes so tattered and poor.<br />

And we are supposed to be on holiday!” The others replied that he spoke truly. So they agreed that<br />

four of them should go and beg money for the love of God to clothe Young Roland. The boys gave<br />

four silver pieces her and five there, and in two day’s space almost two golden ducats’ worth of<br />

Roman coin was collected. They divided the money in four parts and used one to buy a yard and a<br />

half for cloth and made the purchase. Two parts of it went for white cloth, and another for red<br />

cloth. Those two colors stood for two virtues that reigned supreme in Young Roland, that is perfect<br />

chastity and charity. They had a garment quartered in white and red fashioned for Young Roland.<br />

The portion near his right arm was white, and the one near his left was red; and the portion near his<br />

left flank was red, and the one near his right flank, white. When he had received these garments,<br />

they acclaimed him King of the Boys during the festival.<br />

Orlando was greatly pleased. He returned to Bertha, his mother, and she too was delighted by this.<br />

She remembered the man who fathered him, burst into tears, and said: “Young Roland, my dear<br />

son, may God grant you good fortune, and the grace to return to Clairmont!” Young Roland did<br />

not understand her words. At the festival, he was much honored by the boys, and all through the<br />

feast, he was also much honored and loved by the youth of the surrounding countryside. All who<br />

knew him wished him well. And while he continued in this way, he always wore this quartered

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