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 | | Steel and iron such strife may claim; Where is thy sword, Hauteclere by name, With its crystal pommel and golden guard?" "Of time to draw it I stood debarred, Such stress was on me of smiting hard." CX Then drew Sir Olivier forth his blade, As had his comrade Roland prayed. |
 | | CXXIX Sir Roland called unto Olivier, "Sir Comrade, dead lieth Engelier; Braver knight had we none than he." "God grant," he answered, "revenge to me." His spurs of gold to his horse he laid, Grasping Hauteclere with his bloody blade. |
 | | CXLVI Valiantly Olivier, otherwhere, Brandished on high his sword Hauteclere-- Save Durindana, of swords the best. |
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