High are the mountains, and from peak to peak
The sound re-echoes ; thirty leagues away
'T was heard by Carle and all his brave compeers.
Cried the king : " Our men make battle I " Ganelon
Retorts in haste : '• If thus another dared
To speak, we should denounce it as a lie."

Aoi.
The Count RolUnd in his great anguish blows
His olifant so mightily, with such
Despairing agony, his mouth pours forth
The crimson blood, and his swol'n temples burst.
Yea, but so far the ringing blast resounds ;
Carle hears it, marching through the pass, Naimes harks.
The French all hsten with attentive ear.
" That is Rolldnd's horn I " Carle cried, "which ne'er yet
Was, save in battle, blown! " But Ganelon
Replies : " No fight is there I you, sire, are old.
Your hair and beard are all bestrewn with gray.
And as a child your speech. Well do you know
Rolldnd's great pride. 'T is marvellous God bears
With him so long. Already took he Noble
Without your leave. The pagans left their walls
And fought RoU&id, your brave knight, in the field ;
With his good blade he slew them all, and then
Washed all the plain with water, that no trace
Of blood was left — yea, oftentimes he runs
After a hare all day and blows his horn.
Doubtless he takes his sport now with his peers ;
And who 'neath Heav'n would dare attack Rolled ?
None, as I deem. Nay, sire, ride on apace ;
Why do you halt ? Still far is the Great Land."

Aoi,

RoU&id with bleeding mouth and temples burst.
