the song of roland-第8部分

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shone　beneath　the　sun。　He　sate　his　horse；　which　he　called　Salt…Perdut；　Never　so　swift　was　any　beast　could　run。　And　Anseis　upon　the　shield　he　struck；　The　scarlat　with　the　blue　he　sliced　it　up；　Of　his　hauberk　he's　torn　the　folds　and　cut；　The　steel　and　stock　has　through　his　body　thrust。　Dead　is　that　count；　he's　no　more　time　to　run。　Then　say　the　Franks：　　〃Baron；　an　evil　luck！〃

CXIX

Swift　through　the　field　Turpin　the　Archbishop　passed；　Such　shaven…crown　has　never　else　sung　Mass　Who　with　his　limbs　such　prowess　might　compass；　To　th'pagan　said　　〃God　send　thee　all　that's　bad！　One　thou　hast　slain　for　whom　my　heart　is　sad。〃　So　his　good　horse　forth　at　his　bidding　ran；　He's　struck　him　then　on　his　shield　Toledan；　Until　he　flings　him　dead　on　the　green　grass。

CXX

From　the　other　part　was　a　pagan　Grandones；　Son　of　Capuel；　the　king　of　Capadoce。　He　sate　his　horse；　the　which　he　called　Marmore；　Never　so　swift　was　any　bird　in　course；　He's　loosed　the　reins；　and　spurring　on　that　horse　He's　gone　to　strike　Gerin　with　all　his　force；　The　scarlat　shield　from's　neck　he's　broken　off；　And　all　his　sark　thereafter　has　he　torn；　The　ensign　blue　clean　through　his　body's　gone；　Until　he　flings　him　dead；　on　a　high　rock；　His　companion　Gerer　he's　slain　also；　And　Berenger；　and　Guiun　of　Santone；　Next　a　rich　duke　he's　gone　to　strike；　Austore；　That　held　Valence　and　the　Honour　of　the　Rhone；　He's　flung　him　dead；　great　joy　the　pagans　shew。　Then　say　the　Franks：　〃Of　ours　how　many　fall。〃

CXXI

The　count　Rollanz；　his　sword　with　blood　is　stained；　Well　has　he　heard　what　way　the　Franks　complained；　Such　grief　he　has；　his　heart　would　split　in　twain：　To　the　pagan　says：　〃God　send　thee　every　shame！　One　hast　thou　slain　that　dearly　thou'lt　repay。〃　He　spurs　his　horse；　that　on　with　speed　doth　strain；　Which　should　forfeit；　they　both　together　came。

CXXII

Grandonie　was　both　proof　and　valiant；　And　virtuous；　a　vassal　combatant。　Upon　the　way　there；　he　has　met　Rollant；　He'd　never　seen；　yet　knew　him　at　a　glance；　By　the　proud　face　and　those　fine　limbs　he　had；　By　his　regard；　and　by　his　contenance；　He　could　not　help　but　he　grew　faint　thereat；　He　would　escape；　nothing　avail　he　can。　Struck　him　the　count；　with　so　great　virtue；　that　To　the　nose…plate　he's　all　the　helmet　cracked；　Sliced　through　the　nose　and　mouth　and　teeth　he　has；　Hauberk　close…mailed；　and　all　the　whole　carcass；　Saddle　of　gold；　with　plates　of　silver　flanked；　And　of　his　horse　has　deeply　scarred　the　back；　He's　slain　them　both；　they'll　make　no　more　attack：　The　Spanish　men　in　sorrow　cry；　〃Alack！〃　Then　say　the　Franks：　〃He　strikes　well；　our　warrant。〃

CXXIII

Marvellous　is　the　battle　in　its　speed；　The　Franks　there　strike　with　vigour　and　with　heat；　Cutting　through　wrists　and　ribs　and　chines　in…deed；　Through　garments　to　the　lively　flesh　beneath；　On　the　green　grass　the　clear　blood　runs　in　streams。　The　pagans　say：　〃No　more　we'll　suffer；　we。　Terra　Major；　Mahummet's　curse　on　thee！　Beyond　all　men　thy　people　are　hardy！〃　There　was　not　one　but　cried　then：　〃Marsilie；　Canter；　O　king；　thy　succour　now　we　need！〃

CXXIV

Marvellous　is　the　battle　now　and　grand；　The　Franks　there　strike；　their　good　brown　spears　in　hand。　Then　had　you　seen　such　sorrowing　of　clans；　So　many　a　slain；　shattered　and　bleeding　man！　Biting　the　earth；　or　piled　there　on　their　backs！　The　Sarrazins　cannot　such　loss　withstand。　Will　they　or　nill；　from　off　the　field　draw　back；　By　lively　force　chase　them　away　the　Franks。　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　AOI。

CXXV

Their　martyrdom；　his　men's；　Marsile　has　seen；　So　he　bids　sound　his　horns　and　his　buccines；　Then　canters　forth　with　all　his　great　army。　Canters　before　a　Sarrazin；　Abisme；　More　felon　none　was　in　that　company；　Cankered　with　guile　and　every　felony；　He　fears　not　God；　the　Son　of　Saint　Mary；　Black　is　that　man　as　molten　pitch　that　seethes；　Better　he　loves　murder　and　treachery　Than　to　have　all　the　gold　of　Galicie；　Never　has　man　beheld　him　sport　for　glee；　Yet　vassalage　he's　shown；　and　great　folly；　So　is　he　dear　to　th'　felon　king　Marsile；　Dragon　he　bears；　to　which　his　tribe　rally。　That　Archbishop　could　never　love　him；　he；　Seeing　him　there；　to　strike　he's　very　keen；　Within　himself　he　says　all　quietly：　〃This　Sarrazin　great　heretick　meseems；　Rather　I'ld　die；　than　not　slay　him　clean；　Neer　did　I　love　coward　nor　cowardice。〃　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　AOI。

CXXVI

That　Archbishop　begins　the　fight　again；　Sitting　the　horse　which　he　took　from　Grossaille　　That　was　a　king　he　had　in　Denmark　slain；　　That　charger　is　swift　and　of　noble　race；　Fine　are　his　hooves；　his　legs　are　smooth　and　straight；　Short　are　his　thighs；　broad　crupper　he　displays；　Long　are　his　ribs；　aloft　his　spine　is　raised；　White　is　his　tail　and　yellow　is　his　mane；　Little　his　ears；　and　tawny　all　his　face；　No　beast　is　there；　can　match　him　in　a　race。　That　Archbishop　spurs　on　by　vassalage；　He　will　not　pause　ere　Abisme　he　assail；　So　strikes　that　shield；　is　wonderfully　arrayed；　Whereon　are　stones；　amethyst　and　topaze；　Esterminals　and　carbuncles　that　blaze；　A　devil's　gift　it　was；　in　Val　Metase；　Who　handed　it　to　the　admiral　Galafes；　So　Turpin　strikes；　spares　him　not　anyway；　After　that　blow；　he's　worth　no　penny　wage；　The　carcass　he's　sliced；　rib　from　rib　away；　So　flings　him　down　dead　in　an　empty　place。　Then　say　the　Franks：　〃He　has　great　vassalage；　With　the　Archbishop；　surely　the　Cross　is　safe。〃

CXXVII

The　count　Rollanz　calls　upon　Oliver：　〃Sir　companion；　witness　you'll　freely　bear；　The　Archbishop　is　a　right　good　chevalier；　None　better　is　neath　Heaven　anywhere；　Well　can　he　strike　with　lance　and　well　with　spear。〃　Answers　that　count：　〃Support　to　him　we'll　bear！〃　Upon　that　word　the　Franks　again　make　yare；　Hard　are　the　blows；　slaughter　and　suffering　there；　For　Christians　too；　most　bitter　grief　and　care。　Who　could　had　seen　Rollanz　and　Oliver　With　their　good　swords　to　strike　and　to　slaughter！　And　the　Archbishop　lays　on　there　with　his　spear。　Those　that　are　dead；　men　well　may　hold　them　dear。　In　charters　and　in　briefs　is　written　clear；　Four　thousand　fell；　and　more；　the　tales　declare。　Gainst　four　assaults　easily　did　they　fare；　But　then　the　fifth　brought　heavy　griefs　to　bear。　They　all　are　slain；　those　Frankish　chevaliers；　Only　three…score；　whom　God　was　pleased　to　spare；　Before　these　die；　they'll　sell　them　very　dear。　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　AOI。

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。

CXXIX

Then　says　Rollanz：　〃I'll　wind　this　olifant；　If　Charles　hear；　where　in　the　pass　he　stands；　I　pledge　you　now　they　will　return；　the　Franks。〃　Says　Oliver：　〃Great　shame　would　come　of　that　And　a　reproach　on　every　one；　your　clan；　That　shall　endure　while　each　lives　in　the　land；　When　I　implored；　you　would　not　do　this　act；　Doing　it　now；　no　raise　from　me　you'll　have：　So　wind　your　horn　but　not　by　courage　rash；　Seeing　that　both　your　arms　with　blood　are　splashed。〃　Answers　that　count：　〃Fine　blows　I've　struck　them　back。〃　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　AOI。

CXXX

Then　says　Rollant：　〃Strong　it　is　now；　our　battle；　I'll　wind　my　horn；　so　the　King　hears　it；　Charles。〃　Says　Oliver：　〃That　act　were　not　a　vassal's。　When　I　implored　you；　comrade；　you　were　wrathful。　Were　the　King　here；　we　had　not　borne　such　damage。　Nor　should　we　blame　those　with　him　there；　his　army。〃　Says　Oliver：　〃Now　by　my　beard；　hereafter　If　I　may　see　my　gentle　sister　Alde；　She　in　her　arms；　I　swear；　shall　never　clasp　you。〃　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　AOI。

CXXXI

Then　says　Rollanz：　〃Wherefore　so　wroth　with　me？〃　He　answers　him：　〃Comrade；　it　was　your　deed：　Vassalage　comes　by　sense；　and　not　folly；　Prudence　more　worth　is　than　stupidity。　Here　are　Franks　dead；　all　for　your　trickery；　No　more　service　to　Carlun　may　we　yield。　My　lord　were　here　now；　had　you　trusted　me；　And　fought　and　won　this　battle　then　had　we；　Taken　or　slain　were　the　king　Marsilie。　In　your　prowess；　Rollanz；　no　good　we've　seen！　Charles　the　great　in　vain　your　aid　will　seek　　None　such　as　he　till　God　His　Judgement　speak；　　Here　must　you　die；　and　France　in　shame　be　steeped；　Here　perishes　our　loyal　company；　Before　this　night　great　severance　and　grief。〃　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　AOI。

CXXXII

That　Archbishop　has　heard　them；　how　they　spoke；　His　horse　he　pricks　with　his　fine　spurs　of　gold；　Coming　to　them　he　takes　up　his　reproach：　〃Sir　Oliver；　and　you；　Sir　Rollant；　both；　For　God　I　pray；　do　not　each　other　scold！　No　help　it　were　to　us；　the　horn　to　blow；　But；　none　the　less；　it　may　be　better　so；　The　King　will　come；　with　vengeance　that　he　owes；　These　Spanish　men　never　away　shall　go。　Our　Franks　here；　each　descending　from　his　horse；　Will　find　us　dead；　and　limb　from　body　torn；　They'll　take　us　hence；　on　biers　and　litters　borne；　With　pity　and　with　grief　for　us　they'll　mourn；　They'll　bury　each　in　some　old　minster…close；　No　wolf　nor　swine　nor　dog　shall　gnaw　our　bones。〃　Answers　Rollant：　〃Sir；　very　well　you　spoke。〃　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　AOI。

CXXXIII

Rollant　hath　set　the　olifant　to　his　mouth；　He　grasps　it　well；　and　with　great　virtue　sounds。　High　are　those　peaks；　afar　it　rings　and　loud；　Thirty　great　leagues　they　hear　its　echoes　mount。　So　Charles　heard；　and　all　his　comrades　round；　Then　said　that　King：　〃Battle　they　do；　our　counts！〃　And　Guenelun　answered；　contrarious：　〃That　were　a　lie；　in　any　other　mouth。〃　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　AOI。

CXXIV

The　Count　Rollanz；　with　sorrow　and　with　pangs；　And　with　great　pain　sounded　his　olifant：　Out　of　his　mouth　the　clear　blood　leaped　and　ran；　About　his　brain　the　very　temples　cracked。　Loud　is　its　voice；　that　horn　he　holds　in　hand；　Charles　hath　heard；　where　in　the　pass　he　stands；　And　Neimes　hears；　and　listen　all　the　Franks。　Then　says　the　King：　〃I　hear　his　horn；　Rollant's；　He'ld　never　sound；　but　he　were　in　combat。〃　Answers　him　Guenes　〃It　is　no　battle；　that。　　Now　are　you　old；　blossoming　white　and　blanched；　Yet　by　such　words　you　still　appear　infant。　You　know　full　well　the　great　pride　of　Rollant　Marvel　it　is；　God　stays　so　tolerant。　Noples　he　took；　not　waiting　y