File:The book of romance; (1902) (14772617853).jpg

Identifier: bookofromance00lang (find matches)
Title: The book of romance;
Year: 1902 (1900s)
Authors: Lang, Andrew, 1844-1912
Subjects: Arthur, King Romances
Publisher: New York (etc.) : Longmans, Green, and co.

View Book Page: Book Viewer
About This Book: Catalog Entry
View All Images: All Images From Book
Click here to view book online to see this illustration in context in a browseable online version of this book.

Text Appearing Before Image:
myKing, why do you not come to us ? Oliver, tell me, howcan we let him know what straits we are in ? There isno way, said Oliver, and death rather than dishonour. I will sound my horn, said Roland, and Charles willhear, and come back through the defiles. I know thatthe Franks will retrace their steps and come to our aid. That would be a shameful thing for them, repliedOliver ; all our kinsfolk would blush for us for ever, andwe should likewise blush for ourselves. When I beggedyou to do it you would not, and now the time is past. The battle is sore, said Roland, I shall sound thehorn, and Charles will hear it. You refused to do it while yet there was time,answered Oliver. If the Emperor had come then, somany of our best warriors would not be l3^ing dead be-fore us. It is not his fault that he is not here. But ifyou sound the horn now, I will never give you my sister,the fair Aude, for your wife. Why do you bear such malice ? said Roland. It is your fault, answered Oliver. Courage and
Text Appearing After Image:
THE BATTLE OF RONCEVALLES 205 madness are not the same thing, and prudence is alwaysbetter than fury. If so many Franks lie dead, it is yourfolly which has killed them, and now we can no longerserve the Emperor. If you would have listened to me,Charles would have been here, and Marsile and hisSaracens would have been slain. Your courage, Roland,has cost us dear! For yourself, you will be killed andFrance be covered with dishonour. And before nightfalls our friendship will be ended. Then he wept, andRoland wept also. The Archbishop had been near, and heard their words. Do not quarrel at this hour, he said. Your horn couldnot save them now. Charles is too far; it would takehim too long to come. Yet sound it, for he will returnand avenge himself on the Unbelievers. And they willtake our bodies and put them on biers, and lay themon horses, and will bury us with tears of pity amongthe mountains, building up high walls round us, so thatthe dogs and the wild boar shall not devour us. Whatyou

Note About Images