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THE ROYAL HOUSE OF FRANCE - outriders poetry project

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© 2009 Max Wickert<br />

Christians were killed before daybreak and before they could arm, for they were all drowsy after<br />

eating too much during the previous evening.<br />

Now day brightened and the Christians hurriedly armed as best they could. Malzaroth was riding<br />

hither and thither, shouting: “Death! Death to Count Roland!” and adding: “Have you run away?”<br />

Oliver, hearing his voice, said: “Ah, noble count, do you not hear the words of that pagan?” Roland<br />

answered: “I have been hearing them all too clearly for some time.” Then Roland hurtled off in<br />

Malzaroth’s direction, displaying his checkered red and white 95 pennant. When Malzaroth saw that<br />

checkered flag, he indeed wished he had stayed at home. Now Roland put his lance in rest and<br />

charged at Malzaroth, and Malzaroth at him. They struck each other with tremendous force, so that<br />

Malzaroth’s lance flew in splinters. But Roland suffered no harm, and the blow he gave was so<br />

strong that it overthrew his enemy, horse and all. Roland, seizing Durandel, leapt from Veliantin<br />

and went up to Malzaroth. Malzaroth said: “Why should you kill me? It will be scant vengeance for<br />

the treachery that Ganelon has set in motion against Charles.” Then Roland struck him a blow that<br />

sent his head flying in the middle of the road. Roland instantly leapt upon Veliantin and rode off in<br />

the direction of the loudest tumult.<br />

Now Oliver whispered to his horse, “My good steed Brunel, if you do not overtake Roland, I shall<br />

take my sword and cut your head off.” With this, Oliver sped off toward the great press of<br />

Saracens. Oliver did this because Roland would not sound his horn, and because he had taunted<br />

him with being afraid. Oliver at last arrived all by himself amidst the thickest press of Saracens. He<br />

rode at a great count with his lance and stretched him and his horse dead in the grass. So far ahead<br />

did Oliver speed, with sword in hand, that he advanced more than two bowshots’ lengths among the<br />

95 [red and white]: My insertion. Roland’s colors are not mentioned in here, but the word ‘quartere’ clearly implies<br />

his well-known device. See Reali VI.63 passim.

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