To Spanish pass is Rollanz now going On Veillantif, his good steed, galloping;He is well armed, pride is in his bearing, He goes, so brave, his spear in hand holding, He goes, its point against the sky turning;A gonfalon all white thereon he's pinned, Down to his hand flutters the golden fringe:
Noble his limbs, his face clear and smiling.
His companion goes after, following, The men of France their warrant find in him.
Proudly he looks towards the Sarrazins, And to the Franks sweetly, himself humbling;1
"My lords barons, go now your pace holding!
Pagans are come great martyrdom seeking;
Noble and fair reward this day shall bring, Was never won by any Frankish King."Upon these words the hosts are come touching.
AOI.
