For battle, now, ready you might them see, They're well confessed, absolved, from sin set free;Masses they've heard, Communion received, Rich offerings to those minsters they leave.
Before Carlun now both the two appear:
They have their spurs, are fastened on their feet, And, light and strong, their hauberks brightly gleam;Upon their heads they've laced their helmets clear, And girt on swords, with pure gold hilted each;And from their necks hang down their quartered shields;In their right hands they grasp their trenchant spears.
At last they mount on their swift coursing steeds.
Five score thousand chevaliers therefor weep, For Rollant's sake pity for Tierri feel.
God knows full well which way the end shall be.
