the song of roland-第15部分

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CCXXVII

That　Emperour　canters　in　noble　array；　Over　his　sark　all　of　his　beard　displays；　For　love　of　him；　all　others　do　the　same；　Five　score　thousand　Franks　are　thereby　made　plain。　They　pass　those　peaks；　those　rocks　and　those　mountains；　Those　terrible　narrows；　and　those　deep　vales；　Then　issue　from　the　passes　and　the　wastes　Till　they　are　come　into　the　March　of　Spain；　A　halt　they've　made；　in　th'middle　of　a　plain。　To　Baligant　his　vanguard　comes　again　A　Sulian　hath　told　him　his　message：　〃We　have　seen　Charles；　that　haughty　sovereign；　Fierce　are　his　men；　they　have　no　mind　to　fail。　Arm　yourself　then：　Battle　you'll　have　to…day。〃　Says　Baligant：　〃Mine　is　great　vassalage；　Let　horns　this　news　to　my　pagans　proclaim。〃

CCXXVIII

Through　all　the　host　they　have　their　drums　sounded；　And　their　bugles；　and；　very　clear　trumpets。　Pagans　dismount；　that　they　may　arm　themselves。　Their　admiral　will　stay　no　longer　then；　Puts　on　a　sark；　embroidered　in　the　hems；　Laces　his　helm；　that　is　with　gold　begemmed；　After；　his　sword　on　his　left　side　he's　set；　Out　of　his　pride　a　name　for　it　he's　spelt　Like　to　Carlun's；　as　he　has　heard　it　said；　So　Preciuse　he　bad　his　own　be　clept；　Twas　their　ensign　when　they　to　battle　went；　His　chevaliers'；　he　gave　that　cry　to　them。　His　own　broad　shield　he　hangs　upon　his　neck；　（Round　its　gold　boss　a　band　of　crystal　went；　The　strap　of　it　was　a　good　silken　web；）　He　grasps　his　spear；　the　which　he　calls　Maltet；　　So　great　its　shaft　as　is　a　stout　cudgel；　Beneath　its　steel　alone；　a　mule　had　bent；　On　his　charger　is　Baligant　mounted；　Marcules；　from　over　seas；　his　stirrup　held。　That　warrior；　with　a　great　stride　he　stepped；　Small　were　his　thighs；　his　ribs　of　wide　extent；　Great　was　his　breast；　and　finely　fashioned；　With　shoulders　broad　and　very　clear　aspect；　Proud　was　his　face；　his　hair　was　ringleted；　White　as　a　flow'r　in　summer　was　his　head。　His　vassalage　had　often　been　proved。　God！　what　a　knight；　were　he　a　Christian　yet！　His　horse　he's　spurred；　the　clear　blood　issued；　He's　gallopped　on；　over　a　ditch　he's　leapt；　Full　fifty　feet　a　man　might　mark　its　breadth。　Pagans　cry　out：　〃Our　Marches　shall　be　held；　There　is　no　Frank；　may　once　with　him　contest；　Will　he　or　nill；　his　life　he'll　soon　have　spent。　Charles　is　mad；　that　he　departs　not　hence。〃　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　AOI。

CCXXIX

That　admiral　to　a　baron's　like　enough；　White　is　his　beard　as　flowers　by　summer　burnt；　In　his　own　laws；　of　wisdom　hath　he　much；　And　in　battle　he's　proud　and　arduous。　His　son　Malprimes　is　very　chivalrous；　He's　great　and　strong；　　his　ancestors　were　thus。　Says　to　his　sire：　〃To　canter　then　let　us！　I　marvel　much　that　soon　we'll　see　Carlun。〃　Says　Baligant：　〃　Yea；　for　he's　very　pruff；　In　many　tales　honour　to　him　is　done；　He　hath　no　more　Rollant；　his　sister's　son；　He'll　have　no　strength　to　stay　in　fight　with　us。〃　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　AOI。

CCXXX

〃Fair　son　Malprimes；〃　then　says　t'him　Baligant；　〃Was　slain　yestreen　the　good　vassal　Rollanz；　And　Oliver；　the　proof　and　valiant；　The　dozen　peers；　whom　Charles　so　cherished；　and　Twenty　thousand　more　Frankish　combatants。　For　all　the　rest　I'ld　not　unglove　my　hand。　But　the　Emperour　is　verily　come　back；　　So　tells　me　now　my　man；　that　Sulian　　Ten　great　columns　he's　set　them　in　their　ranks；　He's　a　proof　man　who　sounds　that　olifant；　With　a　clear　call　he　rallies　his　comrades；　These　at　the　head　come　cantering　in　advance；　Also　with　them　are　fifteen　thousand　Franks；　Young　bachelors；　whom　Charles　calls　Infants；　As　many　again　come　following　that　band；　Who　will　lay　on　with　utmost　arrogance。〃　Then　says　Malprimes：　〃The　first　blow　I　demand。〃　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　AOI。

CCXXXI

〃Fair　son　Malprimes；〃　says　Baligant　to　him；　〃I　grant　it　you；　as　you　have　asked　me　this；　Against　the　Franks　go　now；　and　smite　them　quick。　And　take　with　you　Torleu；　the　Persian　king　And　Dapamort；　another　king　Leutish。　Their　arrogance　if　you　can　humble　it；　Of　my　domains　a　slice　to　you　I'll　give　From　Cheriant　unto　the　Vale　Marquis。〃　〃I　thank　you；　Sire！〃　　Malprimes　answers　him；　Going　before；　he　takes　delivery；　'Tis　of　that　land；　was　held　by　king　Flurit。　After　that　hour　he　never　looked　on　it；　Investiture　gat　never；　nor　seizin。

CCXXXII

That　admiral　canters　among　his　hosts；　After；　his　son　with's　great　body　follows；　Torleus　the　king；　and　the　king　Dapamort；　Thirty　columns　most　speedily　they　form。　They've　chevaliers　in　marvellous　great　force；　Fifty　thousand　the　smallest　column　holds。　The　first　is　raised　of　men　from　Butenrot；　The　next；　after；　Micenes；　whose　heads　are　gross；　Along　their　backs；　above　their　spinal　bones；　As　they　were　hogs；　great　bristles　on　them　grow。　The　third　is　raised　from　Nubles　and　from　Blos；　The　fourth　is　raised　from　Bruns　and　Esclavoz；　The　fifth　is　raised　from　Sorbres　and　from　Sorz；　The　sixth　is　raised　from　Ermines　and　from　Mors；　The　seventh　is　the　men　of　Jericho；　Negroes　are　the　eighth；　the　ninth　are　men　of　Gros；　The　tenth　is　raised　from　Balide　the　stronghold；　That　is　a　tribe　no　goodwill　ever　shews。　That　admiral　hath　sworn；　the　way　he　knows；　By　Mahumet；　his　virtues　and　his　bones：　〃Charles　of　France　is　mad　to　canter　so；　Battle　he'll　have；　unless　he　take　him　home；　No　more　he'll　wear　on's　head　that　crown　of　gold。〃

CCXXXIII

Ten　great　columns　they　marshal　thereafter；　Of　Canelious；　right　ugly；　is　the　first；　Who　from　Val…Fuit　came　across　country　there；　The　next's　of　Turks；　of　Persians　is　the　third；　The　fourth　is　raised　of　desperate　Pinceners；　The　fifth　is　raised　from　Soltras　and　Avers；　The　sixth　is　from　Ormaleus　and　Eugez；　The　seventh　is　the　tribe　of　Samuel；　The　eighth　is　from　Bruise；　the　ninth　from　Esclavers；　The　tenth　is　from　Occiant；　the　desert；　That　is　a　tribe；　do　not　the　Lord　God　serve；　Of　such　felons　you　never　else　have　heard；　Hard　is　their　hide；　as　though　it　iron　were；　Wherefore　of　helm　or　hauberk　they've　no　care；　In　the　battle　they're　felon　murderers。　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　AOI。

CCXXXIV

That　admiral　ten　columns　more　reviews；　The　first　is　raised　of　Giants　from　Malpruse；　The　next　of　Huns；　the　third　a　Hungar　crew；　And　from　Baldise　the　Long　the　fourth　have　trooped；　The　fifth　is　raised　of　men　from　Val…Penuse；　The　sixth　is　raised　of　tribesmen　from　Maruse；　The　seventh　is　from　Leus　and　Astrimunes；　The　eighth　from　Argoilles；　the　ninth　is　from　Clarbune；　The　tenth　is　raised　of　beardsmen　from　Val…Frunde；　That　is　a　tribe；　no　love　of　God　e'er　knew。　Gesta　Francor'　these　thirty　columns　prove。　Great　are　the　hosts；　their　horns　come　sounding　through。　Pagans　canter　as　men　of　valour　should。　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　AOI。

CCXXXV

That　admiral　hath　great　possessions；　He　makes　them　bear　before　him　his　dragon；　And　their　standard；　Tervagan's　and　Mahom's；　And　his　image；　Apollin　the　felon。　Ten　Canelious　canter　in　the　environs；　And　very　loud　the　cry　out　this　sermon：　〃Let　who　would　from　our　gods　have　garrison；　Serve　them　and　pray　with　great　affliction。〃　Pagans　awhile　their　heads　and　faces　on　Their　breasts　abase；　their　polished　helmets　doff。　And　the　Franks　say：　〃Now　shall　you　die；　gluttons；　This　day　shall　bring　you　vile　confusion！　Give　warranty；　our　God；　unto　Carlon！　And　in　his　name　this　victory　be　won！〃　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　AOI。

CCXXXVI

That　admiral　hath　wisdom　great　indeed；　His　son　to　him　and　those　two　kings　calls　he：　My　lords　barons；　beforehand　canter　ye；　All　my　columns　together　shall　you　lead；　But　of　the　best　I'll　keep　beside　me　three：　One　is　of　Turks；　the　next　of　Ormaleis；　And　the　third　is　the　Giants　of　Malpreis。　And　Occiant's；　they'll　also　stay　with　me；　Until　with　Charles　and　with　the　Franks　they　meet。　That　Emperour；　if　he　combat　with　me；　Must　lose　his　head；　cut　from　his　shoulders　clean；　He　may　be　sure　naught　else　for　him's　decreed。　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　AOI。

CCXXXVII

Great　are　the　hosts；　and　all　the　columns　fair；　No　peak　nor　vale　nor　cliff　between　them　there；　Thicket　nor　wood；　nor　ambush　anywhere；　Across　the　plain　they　see　each　other　well。　Says　Baligant：　〃My　pagan　tribes　adverse；　Battle　to　seek；　canter　ye　now　ahead！〃　Carries　the　ensign　Amboires　of　Oluferne；　Pagans　cry　out；　by　Preciuse　they　swear。　And　the　Franks　say：　〃Great　hurt　this　day　you'll　get！〃　And　very　loud　〃Monjoie！〃　they　cry　again。　That　Emperour　has　bid　them　sound　trumpets；　And　the　olifant　sounds　over　all　its　knell。　The　pagans　say：　〃Carlun's　people　are　fair。　Battle　we'll　have；　bitter　and　keenly　set。〃　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　AOI。

CCXXXVIII

Great　is　that　plain；　and　wide　is　that　country；　Their　helmets　shine　with　golden　jewellery；　Also　their　sarks　embroidered　and　their　shields；　And　the　ensigns　fixed　on　all　their　burnished　spears。　The　trumpets　sound；　their　voice　is　very　clear；　And　the　olifant　its　echoing　music　speaks。　Then　the　admiral；　his　brother　calleth　he；　'Tis　Canabeus；　the　king　of　Floredee；　Who　holds　the　land　unto　the　Vale　Sevree；　He's　shewn　to　him　Carlun's　ten　companies：　〃The　pride　of　France；　renowned　land；　you　see。　That　Emperour　canters　right　haughtily；　His　bearded　men　are　with　him　in　the　rear；　Over　their　sarks　they　have　thrown　out　their　beards　Which　are　as　white　as　driven　snows　that　freeze。　Strike　us　they　will　with　lances　and　with　spears：　Battle　with　them　we'll　have；　prolonged　and　keen；　Never　has　man　beheld　such　armies　meet。〃　Further　than　one　might　cast　a　rod　that's　peeled　Goes　Baligant　before　his　companies。　His　reason　then　he's　shewn　to　them；　and　speaks：　〃Pagans；　come　on；　for　now　I　take　the　field。〃　His　spear　in　hand　he　brandishes　and　wields；　Towards　Carlun　has　turned　the　point　of　steel。　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　AOI。

CCXXXIX

Charles　the　Great；　when　he　sees　the　admiral　And　the　dragon；　his　ensign　and　standard；　　（In　such　great　strength　are　mustered　those　Arabs　Of　that　country　they've　covered　every　part　Save　only　that　whereon　the　Emperour　was。）　The　King　of　France　in　a　loud　voice　has　called：　〃Barons　and　Franks；　good　vassals　are　ye　all；　Ye　in　the　field　have　fought　so　great　combats；　See　the　pagans；　they're　felons　and　cowards；　No　pennyworth　is　there　in　all　their　laws。　Though　they've　great　hosts；　my　lords；　what　matters　that？　Let　him　go　hence；　who'ld　fail　me　in　the　attack。〃　Next　with　both　spurs　he's　gored　his　horse's　flanks；　And　Tencendor　has　made　four　bounds　thereat。　Then　say　the　Franks：　〃This　King's　a　good　vassal。　Canter；　brave　lord；　for　none　of　us　holds　back。〃

CCXL

Clear　is　the　day；　and　the　sun　radiant；　The　hosts　are　fair；　the　companies　are　grand。　The　first　columns　are　come　now　hand　to　hand。　The　count　Rabel　and　the　coun