"
"Hush," said Roland; "O Olivier,
No word be said of my stepsire here."
[Footnote 1: The stanzas of the translation not found in the Oxford
MS., but taken from the stanzas inserted from other versions by M.
Gautier, are, as regards Part II, the following: Stanzas 113, 114,
115, 118, 119, 120, 122, 123, 126, 127, 139, 143, 144, 145,
146, 163.]
LXXXIV
Sir Olivier to the peak hath clomb,
Looks far on the realm of Spain therefrom;
He sees the Saracen power arrayed,--
Helmets gleaming with gold inlaid,
Shields and hauberks in serried row,
Spears with pennons that from them flow.
He may not reckon the mighty mass,
So far their numbers his thought surpass.
All in bewilderment and dismay,
Down from the mountain he takes his way,
Comes to the Franks the tale to say.
LXXXV
"I have seen the paynim," said Olivier.
"Never on earth did such host appear:
A hundred thousand with targets bright,
With helmets laced and hauberks white,
Erect and shining their lances tall;
Such battle as waits you did ne'er befall.
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