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THE ROYAL HOUSE OF FRANCE - outriders poetry project

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© 2009 Max Wickert<br />

Meanwhile Roland turned to Oliver and said: “My noble lord, I can last no longer, since you have<br />

cut away most of my armor, and my flatteries have been of no avail. I must now perforce show<br />

myself threatening. Therefore, let us now make peace, else you must better defend yourself than<br />

you have so far.” This made Oliver angry and he said: “Out on you, you bastard whoreson! Do you<br />

think you can defeat me by fear?” He grasped his sword with both hands and struck Roland with<br />

such force that he made him bend over.<br />

Roland, full of wrath, threw down his shield and struck Oliver a two-handed blow so fierce that it<br />

cut and cleft the crown of his helmet. The sword descended at the side of the crown and burst the<br />

shoulder mail and continued to deep down into the flesh of his flank, so that Oliver was stunned,<br />

for he had never before received such a blow. His father Rainier fainted at this point.<br />

Oliver raised his sword again and struck back at Roland in bitter revenge, but Roland gave him<br />

another blow like the first. That cruel blow struck the middle of his helmet with such force, that<br />

Oliver fell back senseless in the saddle. It was plain now that Roland had up to this point held back.<br />

When Roland saw Oliver thus lifeless, he immediately thought: “Now I shall never have Alda,” and<br />

the thought made him decide to take her by force. He turned Veliantin toward the garden and made<br />

him jump the moat that surrounded it.<br />

The knights saw him coming and raised many lances against him, but his good armor protected him,<br />

and his good horse by sheer force burst through their midst. He reached the place where Alda<br />

stood, seized her by the arm, and forced her into the saddle in front of him. The knights no longer<br />

dared to strike at him, and she, her hair all disheveled, cried out: “Roland, you disloyal traitor, what<br />

audacity do you use against a poor woman?” Roland forced a path out of the garden and would<br />

have carried off Alda, had not Oliver recovered and realized what was happening as he saw Roland

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