Than came Baldeȝynȝ with thronge but Lukafer is To reskue there here lorde, 872 rescued by a great And nubens with hem amonge throng. Roland, And Turkes by one accorde. drawing Durendale, Tho Roulande Durnedale oute-drowe cleared a space And made Ro«m»me[120] abowte. 876 around him and XL of hem ther he slowe, Tho were thai in grete dowte. Roulande as fiers as a lion̄ With Durnedale[121] tho dinge 880 hammered the heads of Vppon the Sarsyns crowne, the Saracens. As harde as he myght flynge. [leaf 22] Duke Neymys and Sir Olyue[rh], So do the other peers, Gy and Alloreynes of Loreyne, 884 And alle the noble xij Peris, Oge[rh] and Brye[rh] of Brytayne, Thai foughten as feythfully in þat fight, The feelde ful of dede men laye. 888 XXX^{ti} thousande, I you plight, and 30,000 Saracens Of Sarsenys ther were slayn̄. were slain. Al thinge moste haue an̄ ende, The nyghte come on ful sone, 892 At night the Pagans Every wighte retourned to wende; quit the field. Ferumbras to his men gan gone And saide “oure hornes blowe we, This day haue we a ful ille afraye, 896 To saie the south and not to lye, Oure goddis holpe vs not to daye, What devel þat ever hem̄ eilith. This bataile was so sharpe in faye, 900 That many a man it wailyth. Shalle I never in herte be glade to daye, Ferumbras vows, never Till I may preve my myghte to desist With Roulande, that proude ladde, 904 Or with Olyue[rh], that is so lighte, [p027 CHARLES PRAISES THE OLD KNIGHTS.]