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THE ROYAL HOUSE OF FRANCE - outriders poetry project

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© 2009 Max Wickert<br />

great pain that he fell from his horse. When Blanchardin saw that mighty blow, he began to flee<br />

through the plain, and Roland pursued him and gave him a blow that struck him on the helmet and<br />

split him in two. So immeasurably strong was that blow, that it also split the horse through the<br />

middle and made the sword touch the ground.. In this manner Roland made four quarters of one<br />

man and one horse, who were divided into four pieces.<br />

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When Roland realized the great and measureless blow that he had struck, he said: “Ah, Christ, I see<br />

all too clearly that all your prophecies will be fulfilled, and that he who does not believe in you is<br />

mad indeed. Well do I remember the announcement by your angel, and well do I see that I am now<br />

near death.” . . . . .<br />

While Roland remained as you have heard, he looked up and saw Turpin coming down from the<br />

mountain, wounded with five mortal wounds. Turpin, as he descended, looked over the field and<br />

saw neither Christian nor Saracen. He sighed heavily, nearly dying for grief, for he thought that<br />

Roland, too, was dead. But looking ahead, he saw Roland, who was staying the shade beneath a little<br />

tree. Now Turpin spurred his horse and rode until he approached Roland, who was in the saddle<br />

near a pine tree, in great pain and torment. The ninth hour had already passed, and it was almost<br />

vespers. Now Turpin said to Roland: “How goes it with you, noble lord?” Roland said: “I think my<br />

death is near, and I suffer so great a thirst that I can scarcely endure it. I therefore beg you to take<br />

my horn and go to the fountain to fetch me some water, for I am nearly spent by my great thirst.”<br />

Eagerly did Turpin then take Roland’s horn and run to the fountain, which was two bowshots<br />

nearby. Turpin looked into the fountain and saw it filled with countless arms, heads and legs of<br />

men, and its water was as red as blood. So Turpin turned back and told Roland that he could not

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