CLV

　　Turpin of Reims hath felt himself undone,

　　Since that four spears have through his body come;

　　Nimble and bold upon his feet he jumps;

　　Looks for Rollant, and then towards him runs,

　　Saying this word: "I am not overcome.

　　While life remains, no good vassal gives up."

　　He's drawn Almace, whose steel was brown and rough,

　　Through the great press a thousand blows he's struck:

　　As Charles said, quarter he gave to none;

　　He found him there, four hundred else among,

　　Wounded the most, speared through the middle some,

　　Also there were from whom the heads he'd cut:

　　So tells the tale, he that was there says thus,

　　The brave Saint Giles, whom God made marvellous,

　　Who charters wrote for th' Minster at Loum;

　　Nothing he's heard that does not know this much. The Song of Roland