Fatman X. Jones
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Post by Fatman X. Jones on Apr 21, 2014 20:50:37 GMT -5
Count Roland smites upon the Marble Stone.
I cannot tell you how he hewed it and smote;
Yet, the blade breaks not, nor splinters, though it groans;
Upwards, to heaven, it rebounds from the blow.
When the Count sees it shall never be broke, then,
To himself right softly, he moans:
"Ah, Durandal… Fair, hallowed, and devote;
"What store of relics lies in thine hilt of gold!"
- The Song of Roland, as translated by Dorothy Sayers
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