"'Fair Knight and Comrade, see these heroes, Valiant warriors, lying lifeless! I must mourn for our fair country France, left widowed of her barons. Charles my King, why art thou absent? Brother mine, how shall we send him Mournful tidings of our struggle?' 'How I know not,' said his comrade. 'Better death than vile dishonour.'" Roland Willing to Blow his Horn "'Comrade, I will blow my war-horn: Charles will hear it in the passes And return with all his army.' Oliver quoth: ''Twere disgraceful To your kinsmen all their life-days. When I urged it, then you would not; Now, to sound your horn is shameful, And I never will approve it.'" Oliver Objects. They Quarrel "'See, the battle goes against us: Comrade, I shall sound my war-horn.' Oliver replied: 'O coward! When I urged it, then you would not. If fair France again shall greet me You shall never wed my sister; By this beard of mine I swear it!' "'Why so bitter and so wrathful?' Oliver returned: ''Tis thy fault; Valour is not kin to madness, Temperance knows naught of fury. You have killed these noble champions, You have slain the Emperor's vassals, You have robbed us of our conquests. Ah, your valour, Count, is fatal! Charles must lose his doughty heroes, And your league with me must finish With this day in bitter sorrow.'" Turpin Mediates Archbishop Turpin heard the dispute, and strove to calm the angry heroes. "Brave knights, be not so enraged. The horn will not save the lives of these gallant dead, but it will be better to sound it, that Charles, our lord and emperor, may return, may avenge our death and weep over our corpses, may bear them to fair France, and bury them in the sanctuary, where the wild beasts shall not devour them." "That is well said," quoth Roland and Oliver. The Horn is Blown Then at last Roland put the carved ivory horn, the magic Olifant, to his lips, and blew so loudly that the sound echoed thirty leagues away. "Hark! our men are in combat!" cried Charlemagne; but Ganelon retorted: "Had any but the king said it, that had been a lie." A second time Roland blew his horn, so violently and with such anguish that the veins of his temples burst, and the blood flowed from his brow and from his mouth. Charlemagne, pausing, heard it again, and said: "That is Roland's horn; he would not sound it were there no battle." But Ganelon said mockingly: "There is no battle, for Roland is too proud to sound his horn in danger. Besides, who would dare to attack Roland, the strong, the valiant, great and wonderful Roland? No man. He is doubtless hunting, and laughing with the Peers. Your words, my liege, do but show how old and weak and doting you are. Ride on, sire; the open country lies far before you." [Illustration: "Charlemagne heard it again"]