Chapter CXXII

Hearing the Frenchmen's sobs, the Count Rolland
Grasps in his hand his sword, all reeking blood.
His mighty heart nigh breaking with his grief,
Cries to the foe:--"May God all evils send
On thee! him hast thou slain for whom thou shalt
Most dearly pay!--" He spurs his flying steed....
Conquer who may--these two fight hand to hand.
Aoi.