The Chastisement of the Saracens. CXCVIII. DEAD is Roland; his soul with God. Count Otho where, and Berengier, Ivon and Ivor, so dear to me; And Engelier of Gascony; Samson the duke, and Anseis the bold; My peers, the twelve whom I left behind? "O God," he cried, "what grief is mine That I was not in front of this battle line!". For very wrath his beard he tore, His knights and barons weeping sore; Duke Naimes hath pity and dole for all. CXCIX. Nor knight nor baron was there to see For son and brother their tears descend, To Tybalt of Rheims, and Milo the count. CC. The Emperor bade his clarions ring, They came at last on the heathens' trace, CCI. God wrought for Karl a miracle : And the luckiest drank their fill, I deem : |