CXXVIII

　　The count Rollant great loss of his men sees,

　　His companion Olivier calls, and speaks:

　　"Sir and comrade, in God's Name, That you keeps,

　　Such good vassals you see lie here in heaps;

　　For France the Douce, fair country, may we weep,

　　Of such barons long desolate she'll be.

　　Ah!King and friend, wherefore are you not here?

　　How, Oliver, brother, can we achieve?

　　And by what means our news to him repeat?"

　　Says Oliver: "I know not how to seek;

　　Rather I'ld die than shame come of this feat."

　　AOI. The Song of Roland