the song of roland-第10部分

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o　recognise　whatever　man　he　sees；　His　companion；　when　each　the　other　meets；　Above　the　helm　jewelled　with　gold　he　beats；　Slicing　it　down　from　there　to　the　nose…piece；　But　not　his　head；　he's　touched　not　brow　nor　cheek。　At　such　a　blow　Rollant　regards　him　keen；　And　asks　of　him；　in　gentle　tones　and　sweet：　〃To　do　this　thing；　my　comrade；　did　you　mean？　This　is　Rollanz；　who　ever　held　you　dear；　And　no　mistrust　was　ever　us　between。〃　Says　Oliver：　〃Now　can　I　hear　you　speak；　I　see　you　not：　may　the　Lord　God　you　keep！　I　struck　you　now：　and　for　your　pardon　plead。〃　Answers　Rollanz：　〃I　am　not　hurt；　indeed；　I　pardon　you；　before　God's　Throne　and　here。〃　Upon　these　words；　each　to　the　other　leans；　And　in　such　love　you　had　their　parting　seen。

CL

Oliver　feels　death's　anguish　on　him　now；　And　in　his　head　his　two　eyes　swimming　round；　Nothing　he　sees；　he　hears　not　any　sound；　Dismounting　then；　he　kneels　upon　the　ground；　Proclaims　his　sins　both　firmly　and　aloud；　Clasps　his　two　hands；　heavenwards　holds　them　out；　Prays　God　himself　in　Paradise　to　allow；　Blessings　on　Charles；　and　on　Douce　France　he　vows；　And　his　comrade；　Rollanz；　to　whom　he's　bound。　Then　his　heart　fails；　his　helmet　nods　and　bows；　Upon　the　earth　he　lays　his　whole　length　out：　And　he　is　dead；　may　stay　no　more；　that　count。　Rollanz　the　brave　mourns　him　with　grief　profound；　Nowhere　on　earth　so　sad　a　man　you'd　found。

CLI

So　Rollant's　friend　is　dead　whom　when　he　sees　Face　to　the　ground；　and　biting　it　with's　teeth；　Begins　to　mourn　in　language　very　sweet：　〃Unlucky；　friend；　your　courage　was　indeed！　Together　we　have　spent　such　days　and　years；　No　harmful　thing　twixt　thee　and　me　has　been。　Now　thou　art　dead；　and　all　my　life　a　grief。〃　And　with　these　words　again　he　swoons；　that　chief；　Upon　his　horse；　which　he　calls　Veillantif；　Stirrups　of　gold　support　him　underneath；　He　cannot　fall；　whichever　way　he　lean。

CLII

Soon　as　Rollant　his　senses　won　and　knew；　Recovering　and　turning　from　that　swoon。　Bitter　great　loss　appeared　there　in　his　view：　Dead　are　the　Franks；　he'd　all　of　them　to　lose；　Save　the　Archbishop；　and　save　Gualter　del　Hum；　He　is　come　down　out　of　the　mountains；　who　Gainst　Spanish　men　made　there　a　great　ado；　Dead　are　his　men；　for　those　the　pagans　slew；　Will　he　or　nill；　along　the　vales　he　flew；　And　called　Rollant；　to　bring　him　succour　soon：　〃Ah！　　Gentle　count；　brave　soldier；　where　are　you？　For　By　thy　side　no　fear　I　ever　knew。　Gualter　it　is；　who　conquered　Maelgut；　And　nephew　was　to　hoary　old　Drouin；　My　vassalage　thou　ever　thoughtest　good。　Broken　my　spear；　and　split　my　shield　in　two；　Gone　is　the　mail　that　on　my　hauberk　grew；　This　body　of　mine　eight　lances　have　gone　through；　I'm　dying。　　Yet　full　price　for　life　I　took。〃　Rollant　has　heard　these　words　and　understood；　Has　spurred　his　horse；　and　on　towards　him　drew。　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　AOI。

CLIII

Grief　gives　Rollanz　intolerance　and　pride；　Through　the　great　press　he　goes　again　to　strike；　To　slay　a　score　of　Spaniards　he　contrives；　Gualter　has　six；　the　Archbishop　other　five。　The　pagans　say：　〃Men；　these；　of　felon　kind！　Lordings；　take　care　they　go　not　hence　alive！　Felon　he's　named　that　does　not　break　their　line；　Recreant；　who　lets　them　any　safety　find！〃　And　so　once　more　begin　the　hue　and　cry；　From　every　part　they　come　to　break　the　line。　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　AOI。

CLI

Count　Rollant　is　a　noble　and　brave　soldier；　Gualter　del　Hum's　a　right　good　chevalier；　That　Archbishop　hath　shewn　good　prowess　there；　None　of　them　falls　behind　the　other　pair；　Through　the　great　press；　pagans　they　strike　again。　Come　on　afoot　a　thousand　Sarrazens；　And　on　horseback　some　forty　thousand　men。　But　well　I　know；　to　approach　they　never　dare；　Lances　and　spears　they　poise　to　hurl　at　them；　Arrows；　barbs；　darts　and　javelins　in　the　air。　With　the　first　flight　they've　slain　our　Gualtier；　Turpin　of　Reims　has　all　his　shield　broken；　And　cracked　his　helm；　he's　wounded　in　the　head；　From　his　hauberk　the　woven　mail　they　tear；　In　his　body　four　spear…wounds　doth　he　bear；　Beneath　him　too　his　charger's　fallen　dead。　Great　grief　it　was；　when　that　Archbishop　fell。　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　AOI。

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。

CLVI

The　count　Rollanz　has　nobly　fought　and　well；　But　he　is　hot；　and　all　his　body　sweats；　Great　pain　he　has；　and　trouble　in　his　head；　His　temples　burst　when　he　the　horn　sounded；　But　he　would　know　if　Charles　will　come　to　them；　Takes　the　olifant；　and　feebly　sounds　again。　That　Emperour　stood　still　and　listened　then：　〃My　lords；〃　said　he；　〃Right　evilly　we　fare！　This　day　Rollanz；　my　nephew　shall　be　dead：　I　hear　his　horn；　with　scarcely　any　breath。　Nimbly　canter；　whoever　would　be　there！　Your　trumpets　sound；　as　many　as　ye　bear！〃　Sixty　thousand　so　loud　together　blare；　The　mountains　ring；　the　valleys　answer　them。　The　pagans　hear；　they　think　it　not　a　jest；　Says　each　to　each：　〃Carlum　doth　us　bestead。〃　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　AOI。

CLVII

The　pagans　say：　〃That　Emperour's　at　hand；　We　hear　their　sound；　the　trumpets　of　the　Franks；　If　Charles　come；　great　loss　we　then　shall　stand；　And　wars　renewed；　unless　we　slay　Rollant；　All　Spain　we'll　lose；　our　own　clear　father…land。〃　Four　hundred　men　of　them　in　helmets　stand；　The　best　of　them　that　might　be　in　their　ranks　Make　on　Rollanz　a　grim　and　fierce　attack；　Gainst　these　the　count　had　well　enough　in　hand。　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　AOI。

CLVIII

The　count　Rollanz；　when　their　approach　he　sees　Is　grown　so　bold　and　manifest　and　fierce　So　long　as　he's　alive　he　will　not　yield。　He　sits　his　horse；　which　men　call　Veillantif；　Pricking　him　well　with　golden　spurs　beneath；　Through　the　great　press　he　goes；　their　line　to　meet；　And　by　his　side　is　the　Archbishop　Turpin。　〃Now；　friend；　begone！〃　say　pagans；　each　to　each；　〃These　Frankish　men；　their　horns　we　plainly　hear　Charle　is　at　hand；　that　King　in　Majesty。〃

CLIX

The　count　Rollanz　has　never　loved　cowards；　Nor　arrogant；　nor　men　of　evil　heart；　Nor　chevalier　that　was　not　good　vassal。　That　Archbishop；　Turpins；　he　calls　apart：　〃Sir；　you're　afoot；　and　I　my　charger　have；　For　love　of　you；　here　will　I　take　my　stand；　Together　we'll　endure　things　good　and　bad；　I'll　leave　you　not；　for　no　incarnate　man：　We'll　give　again　these　pagans　their　attack；　The　better　blows　are　those　from　Durendal。〃　Says　the　Archbishop：　〃Shame　on　him　that　holds　back！　Charle　is　at　hand；　full　vengeance　he'll　exact。〃

CLX

The　pagans　say：　〃Unlucky　were　we　born！　An　evil　day　for　us　did　this　day　dawn！　For　we　have　lost　our　peers　and　all　our　lords。　Charles　his　great　host　once　more　upon　us　draws；　Of　Frankish　men　we　plainly　hear　the　horns；　〃Monjoie　〃　they　cry；　and　great　is　their　uproar。　The　count　Rollant　is　of　such　pride　and　force　He'll　never　yield　to　man　of　woman　born；　Let's　aim　at　him；　then　leave　him　on　the　spot！〃　And　aim　they　did：　with　arrows　long　and　short；　Lances　and　spears　and　feathered　javelots；　Count　Rollant's　shield　they've　broken　through　and　bored；　The　woven　mail　have　from　his　hauberk　torn；　But　not　himself；　they've　never　touched　his　corse；　Veillantif　is　in　thirty　places　gored；　Beneath　the　count　he's　fallen　dead；　that　horse。　Pagans　are　fled；　and　leave　him　on　the　spot；　The　count　Rollant　stands　on　his　feet　once　more。　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　AOI。

CLXI

Pagans　are　fled；　enangered　and　enraged；　Home　into　Spain　with　speed　they　make　their　way；　The　count　Rollanz；　he　has　not　given　chase；　For　Veillantif；　his　charger；　they　have　slain；　Will　he　or　nill；　on　foot　he　must　remain。　To　the　Archbishop；　Turpins；　he　goes　with　aid；　　I　　　He's　from　his　head　the　golden　helm　unlaced；　Taken　from　him　his　white　hauberk　away；　And　cut　the　gown　in　strips；　was　round　his　waist；　On　his　great　wounds　the　pieces　of　it　placed；　Then　to　his　heart　has　caught　him　and　embraced；　On　the　green　grass　he　has　him　softly　laid；　Most　sweetly　then　to　him　has　Rollant　prayed：　〃Ah！　　Gentle　sir；　give　me　your　leave；　I　say；　Our　companions；　whom　we　so　dear　appraised；　Are　now　all　dead；　we　cannot　let　them　stay；　I　will　go　seek　and　bring　them　to　this　place；　Arrange　them　here　in　ranks；　before　your　face。〃　Said　the　Archbishop：　〃Go；　and　return　again。　This　field　is　yours　and　mine　now；　God　be　praised！〃

CLXII

So　Rollanz　turns；　through　the　field；　all　alone；　Searching　the　vales　and　mountains；　he　is　gone；　He　finds　Gerin；　Gerers　his　companion；　Also　he　finds　Berenger　and　Otton；　There　too　he　finds　Anseis　and　Sanson；　And　finds　Gerard　the　old；　of　Rossillon；　By　one　and　one　he's　taken　those　barons；　To　the　Archbishop　with　each　of　them　he　comes；　Before　his　knees　arranges　every　one。　That　Archbishop；　he　cannot　help　but　sob；　He　lifts　his　hand；　gives　benediction；　After　he's　said：　〃Unlucky；　Lords；　your　lot！　But　all　your　souls　He'll　lay；　our　Glorious　God；　In　Paradise；　His　holy　flowers　upon！　For　my　own　death　such　anguish　now　I've　got；　I　shall　not　see　him；　our　rich　Emperor。〃

CLXIII

So　Rollant　turns；　goes　through　the　field　in　quest；　His　companion　Olivier　finds　at　length；　He　has　embraced　him　close　against　his　breast；　To　the　Archbishop　returns　as　he　can　best；　Upon　a　shield　he's　laid　him；　by　the　rest；　And　the　Archbishop　has　them　absolved　and　blest：　Whereon　his　grief　and　pity　grow　afresh。　Then　says　Rollanz：　〃Fair　comrade　Olivier；　You　were　the　son　of　the　good　count　Reinier；　Who　held　the　march　by　th'　Vale　of　Runier；　To　shatter　spears；　through　buckled　shields　to　bear；　And　from　hauberks　the　mail　to　break　and　tear；　Proof　men　to　lead；　and　prudent　counsel　share；　Gluttons　in　field　to　frighten　and　conquer；　No　land　has　known　a　better　chevalier。〃

CLXIV

The　count　Rollanz；　when　dead　he　saw　his　peers；　And　Oliver；　he　held　so　very　dear；　Grew　tender；　and　began　to　shed　a　tear；　Out　of　his　face　the　colour　disappeared；　No　longer　could　he　stand；　for　so　much　grief；