Oliver mounts upon a lofty peak, Looks to his right along the valley green, The pagan tribes approaching there appear;He calls Rollanz, his companion, to see:
"What sound is this, come out of Spain, we hear, What hauberks bright, what helmets these that gleam?
They'll smite our Franks with fury past belief, He knew it, Guenes, the traitor and the thief, Who chose us out before the King our chief."Answers the count Rollanz: "Olivier, cease.
That man is my good-father; hold thy peace."