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THE ROYAL HOUSE OF FRANCE - outriders poetry project

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© 2009 Max Wickert<br />

you, for I am the most fortunately rescued maiden in the world.” The Sultan also greatly rejoiced<br />

and said: “I no longer fear Machadant one whit, now that both Pelleas and Polydor are dead. They<br />

were the strongest knights in the world, excepting only Charlemagne’s nephew.”<br />

When Machadant saw that Polynor was dead, he had his ship put in readiness, saying. “We can make<br />

no longer stay here, now that Polynor has been killed,” and fled toward the sea with some of his<br />

companions. The Constable, seeing Machadant in flight, put thirty-thousand armed men in<br />

readiness and attacked Machadant’s host. The Sultan attacked from another side, accompanied by<br />

Samsonet. When King Florentius, who carried that huge mace, learned of this, he armed and, riding<br />

at the head of his army, began a great slaughter of the Sultan’s men, for no knight could resist the<br />

great mace in his hand. Soon he was covered with the blood of the Sultan’s men, who all fled before<br />

him.<br />

Roland saw this and dismounted, saying: “I would not have this Saracen kill this horse of mine for<br />

all the world, though it is not Veliantin whom I now bestride.” He left his horse and sped toward<br />

Florentius in great leaps. When Florentius saw him, he said: “Wretched churl, you shall not escape<br />

me, for I shall now avenge the deaths of Pelleas and Polynor.”<br />

Roland said nothing and at once struck Florentius on the helmet, bending him to the ground.<br />

Florentius righted himself in a great rage, and lifted his mace over the Constable’s head. Roland saw<br />

the mace falling and jumped backward to avoid the blow, for any one of its leaden balls would have<br />

killed him. Florentius had heaved his mace with such force that two of the balls were buried more<br />

than a span deep in the ground. Now Roland struck at his side with Durandel, and that blow was so<br />

grievous that it pierced three of his ribs and entered his bowels. Florentius, feeling the blow, fell to<br />

the ground, and Roland thrust Durandel between his neck and shoulder and so slew him.

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