Chapter CXLVI

When sees Rolland this tribe accursed, more black
Than ink, with glist'ning teeth, their only gleam
Of white, he said:--"Truly I know to-day
We die! Strike, Frenchmen, that is my command."
And Olivier, "Woe to the laggards," cries.
These words the French hearts fired to meet the fray.
Aoi.