Durandal: A Divine Sword

After this week’s disgusting and sinister Olympic opening ceremony, we revisit a favorite old show topic “The Song of Roland”. Parts of an ancient French poem are examined to maybe add some context to France (and the western world) current year. It’s sort of a meditation on culture, tradition and history. 

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Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:07):
In the dark shadows, in the white cold. Fearlessly, we
search for knowledge new and old. We drink the strong
spirits and read the ancient tongs. The order of the Abercast.
We are the brave and the bold. The Abercast a cult, history,

(00:38):
conspiracy and violence.

Speaker 2 (01:17):
Hey, welcome to the Abercast. I'm your host, Doctor John Towers. So, uh,
it's gonna go better this evening than it went last
time we were together. But I do want to point
out that this is a little streak. Two shows in
two weeks. I feel pretty proud about that. I have
my vessel of the art here conveniently filled up with

(01:40):
my weapon of mass distraction, my gingi HOD, and I
also have my trauma pan with me, So I'm ready
to go. Let's we're gonna fucking do this. And this
episode we're gonna be talking a little bit about France,
and you're like, oh God, I'm tired of hearing about France.
But listen, guys, no one needs me to jump on

(02:01):
this microphone and tell you guys that the Olympics opening
ceremony was I don't know, disgusting and sinister and probably
relevatory and apocalyptic. No one needs me to tell you
about that. So we're gonna skip over all of that,
go tune into whatever everyone's talking about it whatever, Like

(02:25):
you know, what did you expect? What did you expect
pushing a big globals agenda boom? I mean, like, I
don't even know why you're watching it. So but we
are gonna be talking about France this evening. Immigration has
increased France's population by about two point three million people

(02:48):
over the past twenty years. When I was in France,
it was already noticeable. And that was I mean years ago.
I lived in Europe, traveled extensively around, visited France and Barsnona.
But even then, I've spoken about this on the show before.
I'm sure in Germany an army buddy of mine got

(03:12):
knifed by a bunch of Turks. Immigration problem was already
violent in Europe when I live when I live there,
but the immigration population has become more diverse, with origins
from wider range of countries, and nineteen sixty eight, seventy
two percent of immigrants came from Southern Europe and North Africa.

(03:33):
In twenty eighteen, the top ten countries of origin accounted
for less than sixty percent of the immigrants. In twenty
twenty two, forty eight point two percents of all immigrants
came from Africa, thirty two point three from Europe, thirteen
point five from Asia, and six percent from America's in Oceania.

(03:55):
So there seems to be a region sort of cut
out of this mass here. Thanks Google, I appreciate you.
The largest origin countries are those with deep ties to France,
such as Algeria, Morocco, Portugal, Tunisia and Italy. I'd also
like to say that this is probably inaccurate, and all

(04:15):
you have to do is just turn on the news
to see that. Right. However, the proportion of immigrants born
in these countries who came from France long ago are
now older and decreased in the sizes decreasing. At the
same time, immigrants born in North Africa, who or younger
and more recently, make up a larger share of the

(04:36):
immigrant population. So we see all kinds of things going
on in France. Specifically, like right before the Olympics, I
thought that that opening ceremony was gonna be a blood bath.
The you know, the democratic, peace loving leftists of France
have been rioting for weeks because of some election stuff

(05:02):
going on over there. I don't feel like really getting
into it, and I don't understand in European elections anyways.
But besides, you know, these riots and these fires and
all this stuff going on. You know, I think yesterday
of the day before, train outage in the whole area
of France went out, like stopping people from attending the

(05:25):
Olympics overall, causing all kinds of problems, like four train
lines got sabotaged all at the same time. Nothing to
see here, no problem. I feel like I'm getting snotty already.
I gotta get off this. You know, there's plenty of
stuff going on in the world, plenty of things going on.

(05:46):
The fucking like time stream is turned up to eleven
shits happening so fucking fast right now, and all we
can do is just hang on, just fucking hang on.
Do your preparation, get your shit ready, and just hang on.
You know, besides all this American politics and all this
stuff happening, and people shooting at people and everything, there's

(06:10):
grown men there fucked it up. There's grown men getting
boners people. There's grown men out there getting boners straight straight, well,
probably some gay ones to getting boners because Robert Downey
Junior is coming back to creatively bankrupt Marvel Cinematic Universe
as like a different guy or something. He's coming back

(06:32):
as like a different guy. How's he gonna put? I
don't know? Okay, So what are we talking about? What
is the topic for tonight's show? You probably know because
I'm gonna have to write the show notes when I'm
done with this and put the name it. But what
we're so crazy, Like, of all the topics of all
the shows that we've ever done on this podcast, this

(06:55):
is the one that I was like, we're not gonna
ever need a follow up to this story, but we're
talking about years ago I became fixated on this ancient
poem called the Song of Rodan, and there's like there's

(07:15):
actually kind of like an update that's plugged into to
the story from like pre Crusader times or whatever. So,
because I don't expect everyone to go back and listen,
those are all probably on the Red Archive by now,
so you know, for fuck's sake, don't give me a
dollar to go get into those archives. So I thought

(07:38):
that I would kind of give a quick summary of
the Song of Roland and then I'm gonna read, I'm
gonna do a reading of the part, the relevant part,
and then we're gonna get into current current events. Okay, So,
so what is the Song of Roland anyways? Hey, doctor Towers,

(08:01):
why don't you tell me what the Song of Roland is? Anyways? Well,
it's been a while, so I'm just gonna rely on
spark news. Charlemagne's army is fighting the Muslims in Spain.
The last city standing is sarah Gosa, held by the
Muslim king Marsilla. Terrified of the might of Charlemagne's army

(08:23):
of Franks, Marcilla sends out messengers to Charlemagne promising treasure
in Marcilla's conversion to Christianity if the Franks will go
back to France. Charlemagne and his men are tired of
fighting and decide to accept this peace offer. They now
need to select a messenger to go back to Marcilla's court.

(08:44):
The bold warrior Roland nominates his stepfather, Ganlin. It turns
out to be a real dickhead. Ganlin is enraged and
he fears they he'll die in the hands of these
bloodthirsty pagans and suspects that it is just Roland's intent.
There's some background family politics happening. He's long hated and

(09:08):
envied his step son, and riding back to Saragosa with
the Saracen messengers, he finds an opportunity for revenge. He
tells the Saracens how they could ambush the rear guard
of Charlemagne's army, which will surely be led by Rolan
as the Franks picked their way back to Spain through

(09:32):
the mountain passes, and helps the Saracens plan attack just
as the trader Ganlin predicted. Roland gallantly volunteers to lead
the rear guard, the wise and moderate Oliver, who's Rowan's
like best buddy. They roll deep and their fierce archbishop

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Turpin are among the men Roland picks to join him.
Pagan's ambush them at Ron clever, Oh boy, we're gonna
say 'ron sa vu. According to the plan, Christians are
overwhelmed by their sheer numbers. See how badly outnumbered they are,
Oliver asked Roland to blow his horn. This horn is

(10:16):
named Oliphant and it's made out of an elephant tusk
to call for help from the main body of the
Frankish army. Roland proudly refuses to do so, claiming that
they need no help and that the rear guard can
easily take on the Pagan hordes. While the Franks fight magnificently,
there is no way they continue to hold off against

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the Saracens. The battle begins to turn clearly against them.
Almost all of his men are dead. Roland knows that
it is too late for Charlemagne and his troops to
save him, but he blows the horn his elephant anyways,
so that the Emperor can see what happened to his
men and avenge them. And mm hmm, yeah, now we're

(11:04):
actually going to go to the text. After this, Roland

(12:09):
put the horn to his mouth. He grasped it firmly
and sounds it with all his might. High are the hills,
and the voice carries a long way, a good thirty
leagues away. The echo was heard, Charles heard it, Charlemagne
and all of his companies, and the king said, our

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men are fighting. But Ganolin answered, if anyone else had
said that, I should have called it a lie. Count Roland,
with difficulty and effort and much suffering, sounds his horn,
and bright blood leaps forth from his mouth, and he
has broken the temple of his forehead, so let's just

(12:50):
talk about that for a second. He blew this horn
so loud he basically broke his skull. It's amazing feat
The sound of the horn he holds carries very far,
and Charles hears it as he crosses the border, and
Duke Nimez heard it too, and the French listened to it,
and the king said, I hear the horn of Roland,

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and he would never sound it unless they were fighting.
Ganalin replies, there is no battle. You are old and
hoary and white. By words such as these, you resemble
a child. He's gaslighting Charlemagne. And you know well Roland's
great pride. It is amazing that God suffers it for
so long. He captured Noplez without your permission. The Saracens

(13:35):
came forth out of the town and fought a battle
with the good vassal Roland. And afterwards he washed the
blood stained meadows with water in order to remove all
trace of it. He sounds his horn all day for
nothing more than a hare, and he is boasting now
before his peers that there is not an army under

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the sky, that he would dare, that, would dare meet
him in battle? Ride on? And why are you stopping here?
The land of the ancients is still far in front
of us, and Count Roland's mouth is bleeding, and he
has burst his temple of his forehead. He sounds the
horn with pain and difficulty, and Charles has heard it,

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and the French hear it too. The King said that
horn has a long breath. Duke names replies and baron,
and is a baron in distress. A battle is going on,
and I know it well. It is the one who
has betrayed him that bids you to hesitate. Now arm

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yourself and sound your battle cry, and go to his rescue,
your noble for your noble household. You can hear well
enough that Roland is in difficulty, and the Emperor has
commanded the trumpets to be sound. And the French dismount
and arm themselves with hubrics and helmets and gilded swords.

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And they have noble shields and lances, both large and strong,
and their pennions are of white and vermilion and blue.
And all the barons of the army mount their chargers
and spur their upmost as long as they are in
the defiles. There is not one who does not say

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to the other, if only we could see Roland before
he died, we could strike some good blows with him.
Of what use are their words? They have delayed too long.
The day has been fine, and the evening glows brightly,
and their armor flashes in the sunlight. Hubricks and helmets
shine like fire. Their shields, too, which are painted with flowers,

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and the alliances and their gilded pinions. The Emperor rides
in great wrath, and the Frenchmen also are sad and angry,
and they all weep bitterly and with great fear on
account of Roland. The King commands that Ganlin be seized,
and he hands him over to the cooks of his house,

(16:03):
and he calls best Gone, the head cook, and he
says to him, guard him well for me, as such
a felon deserves, for he has betrayed my household. Best
Gone receives him and sets upon him with a hundred
of his companions, and his best and his worst of
the kitchen, and they tear out his beard and his mustache,

(16:25):
and each one strikes him four blows with his fists,
and they have beaten him well with the steaks and
the sticks, and they put a chain on his neck
and chain him up like a bear. And the mountain
they mounted him shamefully on a beast of burden. And
thus he kept him until such time should give him
back to Charles. Hi are the hills and dark and threatening.

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The valleys are deep, and the water swift. The trumpets
sound in the rear and in the van, and they
all take up the sound of the horn. And the
Emperor rides, and the Frenchmen are too full of wrath
and grief. All weep and wail greatly, and pray God
that he will spare Roland until they arrive and all

(17:11):
together upon the field of battle, for then they will
strike valiantly with him. But of what use are their prayers,
what can avail them nothing? For they have delayed for
too long and cannot be in time. So the idea
is that their train, their column of movement, was stretched

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so far, and Roland volunteered to lead the rear guard,
and that's when they ambush them. So now the Charlemagne,
the Emperor, and all of his troops have to somehow
ride around, or reverse, or find an alternate route to
get back there. And they're all. What the poem is

(17:54):
saying is that no matter what they do, they're not
going to be in time to save Brave Roland, full
of wrath, rides Emperor Charles, with his white beard, lies
spread out upon his coat of mail, and all of
the barons of France spur their hardest, and there is

(18:15):
not one who does not utter the grief at being
with Roland, their captain, who is fighting the Saracens of Spain.
And he is so wounded that I scarcely think his
soul remains in his body. God, what men they are,
those sixty who remain in his company. Never had king
nor captain better men than those. Roland looked at the

(18:36):
hills in the open country, and he sees so many
of France lying there dead, and he weeps for them
like a gentle knight. Sir barons, May God have mercy
on you. May he grant entrance into Paradise for all
your souls and cause them to rest among the holy flowers.
Better vassals than you I have never seen, as you

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continued in my service, and you have conquered such great
lands for Charles. But the Emperor nourished you for his undoing.
The land of France is a very sweet land, thou art,
but laid to waste today by a great disaster. French barns.
I see you dying for me, and I can neither

(19:20):
protect you nor save you. May God help you, and
whoever lied all over my brother, I must not fail you.
I shall die of grief if I die of naught else,
Sir Comrade, let us go and strike fresh blows. And
Count Roland return to the field of battle, and he
holds Durandell. Now, Durandell, we're gonna I'm just gonna not

(19:44):
explain Durndell right now. You get the gist of it.
And then this is actually what we're gonna be talking
about for the rest of the show. And he strikes
like a valiant man, and he he has cut in
halfs the Heathen faldrun Dupee, and and twenty four others
of ones judged best. Never will there be a man

(20:05):
so desirous of avenging himself as the stag runs before
the hounds. So the heathen flee before Roland, said the Archbishop,
you acquit yourself well. Such vowalor becomes a knight who
carries arms and rides the good steed. He ought to
be strong and proud in battle, otherwise he is not

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worth for farthlings, and ought rather to be a monk
in a monastery where he can pray for all the
sins all day. And Roland replies, strike and do not
spare them. At these words the Franks begin again. But
the havoc among the Christians was very great. The man

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who knows that no prisoners will be taken and puts
up a good defense in battle. For this reason, the
Franks are as bold as lions. Here now comes marsilely,
riding like a baron. He's seated on a horse that
he calls Geyagan, and he spurs it forward and it
goes like strike Breven, lord of Dejon, I love his

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mustard and bu Wan. He breaks his shield and rends
his hubric and strikes him down with a single blow.
Then he kills Avoar and Ivon, and together with them
Gerard of Russolon Count Roland was not far off, and
he said to the Heathens, Lord God confound thee foully

(21:34):
has thy slain my companions, and now shalt pay for
it before we part, And now shall soon know the
name of my sword like a baron. He goes to
strike a me he just cuts off his right hand,
just clean off, and he smites off the head of

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Durffelou the fair, the son of King Marcilly the hell.
The heathen cry help us, Mohammed, ye are God, save
us from Charles, who have left such felons in this
land of ours. And they will never quit in the
field or fear of death, And said one to another,

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let us flee, Let's get the fuck out of here,
and the word one hundred thousand turn and in flight,
and they will never come back. They call them back.
Who may of what a veil is this? If marsh
Lee has fled, his uncle Marginie remains behind, and he
who it was he who held Carthage and Ethiopia and

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the cursed lands. This gets a little dice ease. I'm
just gonna read it as it is in you know,
it's fucking classic literature. So whatever the black people are
in his domain, they have big noses and white ears,
and all together they are more than fifty thousand of them.
They ride and ferociously, and they shout out the heathen

(23:03):
battle cries. Then said Roland, we shall obtain martyrdom here.
And I know well now that he did not have
long to live. He but cursed be he who does
not sell himself dearly. First strike lords with your burnished swords,
and make a bid, whether it be for life or death.

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The sweet France be and no wise dishonored by us.
When Charles my Lord comes to this field of battle,
he will see such punishment of the Heathen that for
every one of ours there will be fifteen dead of them,
and he will not fail to give us his blessing.
When Roland sees the accursed people who are blacker than ink,

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and have no light about them except their teeth. Thus
the Count spoke, now, I know indeed that we shall
die this day without fail, and strike French. For I myself,
I'm about to begin again, said Oliver. Cursed be he
who lingers in these words. The French rush the attack.

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When the Heathen perceived that the French were few in number,
they were filled with pride and satisfaction. Said one to
the other. The Emperor is in the wrong, and Marginie
is seated on a red brown horse, and he urged
on with his golden spurs, and he strikes Oliver from
behind in the middle of his back, and has rent

(24:30):
the white hubric of his body and driven his lance
through his breast and out the other side. And then
he said to him, there is a good blow for you.
Charles the Great left you for your own misfortune and defiles,
and he has wronged us, and it is not right
that he should boast of it. For your death alone.

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Our men are avenged. And Oliver feels that he is
stricken to death, but he still holds help to Claire
with its burnished blade, and he strikes Marganis upon is
pointed and gilded, gilded helmet, and scatters its flowers and
its crystals, and splits his head from the top to

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the front teeth. And then he presses his stroke, and
the heathen has fallen down. Afterwards he addressed him, Heathen,
a curse upon me. Imagine fucking imagine this guy doing
this with the fucking spear sticking out of him. It's amazing,
it's amazing. I do not say that Charles has lost anything,
But never shalt thou boast to any women or any

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lady in thy country that thou hast, that thou hast
robbed me of my worth of a farthling, or done
any harm, whether to me or to another. Then he
called Roland to come to his aid. Oliver feels that
he is wounded to death, and never will his desire
for vengeance be seated. He strikes like a baron in

(25:59):
the dense crowd, and he hewes a piece of lances
and bucklers, feet and hands, and saddles and ribs. And
anyone who saw him dismembering the stair sins and heaping
the dead bodies upon one another would always have the
remembrance of a good vassal. Nor does he forget the
battle cry of Charles, which is mont Dewey. And he

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cries in a loud and clear voice, and he summons Roland,
his friend, and his peers, Sir comrade, come near me,
for we shall be parted with great grief on this
very day. And Roland looked at Oliver's face, and it's
ashen and gray and discolored and pale. Bright blood streams
down from his body and falls and splashes to the ground.

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God said the Count. Now I know not what to do,
sir comrade. Pity it was for your valor. Never will
there be a man to compare with the ass wheat France.
How waste wilt that be deprived of thy good vassals dishonored,
and the fallen the Emperor will have a very great

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loss In the words, he swoops up with these words,
he swoops upon his horse. There is Roland in a
swoon upon his horse, and Oliver wounded to his death,
and he has lost so much blood that his vision
is obscured, and he cannot see clearly either far nor near,

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and he can recognize any mortal man his companion when
they meet in the field. He has struck upon his
helmet set with gold, and he splits it from the
top of his nose piece. But the sword has not
touched his head. And at that blow, Roland looked at
him and asked him softly and gently, sir, comrade, do

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you mean to strike me? And is i? Roland? And
I have always loved you so dearly. Never before have
you offered me to fight. And Oliver said, now I
hear your voice. I cannot see you. May the Lord
God see you. I've struck you, and I pray you
pardon me. And Roland replies, I have taken no hurt,

(28:13):
and I pardon you here and before God, and these
words they bent towards each other, and thus very lovingly
they parted. They're both dying. These guys are both about
to die, and they're being set upon by I don't
know hundreds of these Muslims of Spain. Oliver feels that

(28:36):
death is pressing hard upon him, and both his eyes
turn in their sockets, and he has lost his hearing
and his sight completely. And he dismounts and lays himself
on the ground, and resolutely he confesses his sins aloud,
his two hands joined and stretched upwards towards the sky,
and he prays God that he will grant him paradise,
and that he will bless Charles and sweet France and

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his companion roll into bok of all other men. His
heart stops beating, his helmet falls forward, and his body
falls at full length upon the earth. Dead is the Count,
and his sojourn on earth ended, And Roland the Baron
weeps for him in laments. Never on earth will you
hear a man grieving so sorely. Roland sees that his

(29:23):
friend is dead, for he is lying prone with his
face towards the ground. Very softly, he begins to lament
for the dead, Sir, comrade ill fated was your courage.
We have spent years and days together, and thou hast
never done harm, nor have I sinned against thee. Now
that thou art dead, it grieves me to still be alive.

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At these words, the marquis swooned upon his horse that
he calls a villain tiff, and he is held up
firmly by his golden stirrups. To whichever he moves, he
cannot fall. By the time Roland came back to his
senses and revived from his swoon, very greatly was the

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loss which he had suffered. The French were dead. He
has lost all of them save only the archbishop and
Gautier de whom. Gautier has come down again from the
hills and has fought hard with the Spanish army, and
his men are dead. The Heathen have vanquished them, and
whether he will or no, he is forced to flee

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along the valleys, and he calls upon Roland to come
to his aid. Noble Count, valiant man, where art thou
was never wont to fear when thou was present? It
is I Gautier, the conqueror of Malagault, and the nephew
of Droom, the old and hoary, and if ever thy friend,

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on account of my courage, my lance is broken, and
my shield is pierced, and my hubric is torn and broken,
and I am at the point of death. But I've
sold myself dearly. At these words, Roland hurt him and
spurs his horse to ride swiftly towards him. Roland is
sad and sick at heart, and he begins to strike

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again at the thick of the battle, and he has
laid twenty of the Spaniards low. This is in addition
to the twenty four he killed earlier, and the guy
that he cut his hand off. Gudier has killed six,
and the archbishop five. And the Heathens say, these are
terrible men. Beware sirs, lest they escape alive. Cursed be

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he who does not strike at them, and a coward
who lets them flee in safety. And then a hue
and cry begin, and the attack is renewed on all sides.

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Count Roland was a noble warrior. Guilletel Delhomme was a
very good knight, and the archbishop, what's a proven man
of valor. And each of them is unwilling to desert
the other, and the thick of the fight they strike
down a heathen. A thousand Saracens are dismounted and on foot,
and there are forty thousand on horseback. But to my

(32:26):
knowledge they dare not approach. They hurl lances and spears,
and arrows, and dark winged bolts and shafts at the
first onslaught. They have killed Gautier, and have pierced the
shield of Turpin of Reems, broken the helmet and wounded
him in the head, broken and torn his hubric and

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wounded him with four lances through the body, and killed
his battle steed beneath him. Great is the grief when
the archbishop falls. When Turpin of Reems feels himself overthrown,
he struck through the body by four lances. Quickly, the

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baron leaps up again and looks for Roland. He hastens
towards him, and he says, but one word, I am
not beaten. A good vassal will never cease to fight
as long as he lives. And he draws Alamese, a
sword of burnished steel. In the thickest parts of the
battle he strikes a thousand blows and more, and Charles
said afterwards that he had spared no one. He found

(33:30):
four hundred heathen lying around him, some wounded, some pierced
right through, and many there were who had lost their heads,
so says the chronicle. And he who was present at
the battle, the Baron Gillis, for whom God works miracles,
wrote on the account of it in the monastery of
lee Leon. He who does not know these things understands

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little of the story. Count Roland is fighting nobly, but
his body is burned hot and covered with sweat, and
he has a grievous pain in the back of his head,
and his temples are broken from sounding his horn, and
he wishes to know whether Charles will come. So he
draws forth his horn and feebly sounds it. The Emperor

(34:17):
stood still and listened. Lords, He said, it goes very
badly with us. Roland, my nephew leaves us today, and
I hear the sound of his horn, and he is
at the point of death. He who wishes to be
with him over there must ride quickly. Blow your trumpets,
as many as there are in the army. Sixty thousand

(34:37):
men blow so loudly that the hills in the valleys
echo to the sound. The heathen hear it, and are
not disposed to scorn it. One says to the other,
Charles will be here soon. The heathen says, the Emperor
is returning. Listen to the trumpets of the men of France.
If Charles comes, we shall suffer great life loss. If

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Roland lives, he will renew this war, and we shall
have lost Spain, our native land. Four hundred helmeted men
of those who are considered the best of the battlefield,
band together and deliver a very terrible attack on Roland.
Now the count has enough on it. Now the Count
has enough to do on his own account. Roland, when

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he sees them approaching, shows himself strong and proud and
ready for the conflict. He will not turn in flight
as long as he lives. He is seated on his horse,
called the villain Tiff. He spurs it forward with the
golden spurs, and he rushes to the thick of the
fight to attack them. Archbishop Turpin is close beside, and

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they say to one another, farewell, friend, we have heard
the horns of those of France. Charles, the mighty King
is on his way back. Roland never loved a coward,
nor proud man, nor an ill conditioned man, nor even
a knight if he were not courageous. He called to

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Archbishop Turpin, Sire, you're on foot an eye on horseback.
Out of love to you, I will take my stand here,
and together we will suffer, either good or ill. I
will not abandon you for any mortal man. Even this
attack of the Heathen will be repulse, and the best

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blows given shall be those of durandall. He said the Archbishop.
Dishonored be he who does not strike hard. Charles is returning,
and he will avenge us. The Heathen. Say to our
misfortune we were born. What a dreadful day has dawned

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for us. We have lost our lords and our peers,
and now Charles the Warrior is returning with his great arm.
We can hear the trumpets of the frenchmen quite distinctly.
Loud is the noise of their battle cry Montjuy. Count
Roland's spirit is so fierce that he will never be
vanquished by a mortal man. Let us aim at him

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from a distance, and take leave and leave him on
the field of battle. So they aimed at him with
their darts and their arrows and their spears and their
lances and their feathered shafts, and they have broken and
pierced Roland's shield, and torn and dismantled his her work
and his body within they have not yet touched, but

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they have wounded Villain Tiff in thirty places, and have
stuck him to death beneath the count. Then the Heathen
flee and leave him standing there. And Count Roland remains there,
dismounted and on foot, And the Heathen flee and wrath
and evil humor, and they strive their utmost to make
their way toward Spain. And count Roland has not with

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has not the wherewithal to pursue them, for he has
lost Valentiff, his war horse, and he nil he he
has to remain on foot. He went to the assistance
of the Archbishop Turpin. He laced the gilded helmet from
his head, and he took off his white supple hubric

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and tore his jerked into pieces, and stuffed the strips
into the gaping wounds, and then he lifted them up gently,
pressing him gently against his breast, and he laid him
down tenderly on the green grass. And then with a
gentle voice, he besought him, Noble Lord, give me your
permission to go. All our comrades whom we loved so dearly,

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are dead, and we cannot leave them here. I must
go and search for them, and pick them out, and
gather them together here and range them before you. The
archbishop replied, go and return hither the field is yours,
and thank God and mine. Roland departs the wanderers over
the field and wanders over the field by himself, and

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he searches the valleys and the hills, and he found
garn and his companion, Garriere, and Bhringer and Aton, and
there too he found Enseus and Samson and aged Guria
d Russilian. One by one, the baron brought them and

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came back with the Archbishop and placed them in a
row before his knees. And the archbishop cannot refrain from weeping.
But he raises his hand and gives his benediction, and
he says, ill fated you have been my lord's. May
the God of Glory receive your souls and place them
in paradise among the holy flowers. And now on my
own death is causing me anguish. I shall never see

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the Great Emperor again. And Roland sets out again, search
and search for the field, and in this time he
has found his comrade Oliver. And he held them tighten
his arms against his breast, and brought him to the
Archbishop as best as he could, and laid him on
the shield besides the besides the others. And the Archbishop
absolved him and made the sign of the cross for him.

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And then the grief and the pity of it all increased.
And Roland said, fair, comrade Oliver, you were the son
of Duke Rainier, who held the region of Val de Reniers.
And you had no equal in my land for breaking
a lance, or shattering a shield, or vanquishing and laying

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low the proud for helping and counseling the valiant four
and Count Roland when he sees his peers dead, and
Oliver two, whom he loved so much, was overcome with
the tenderness and began to weep. The color of his
face left, and the grief was so great that he
could not stand whether he will or no. He falls

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down and swoon. The archbishop said, you have an evil fate, Baron.
And the archbishop, when he saw Roland had fainted, filled
he was filled with such great grief that he that
never was there been greater. He stretched out his hands
and picked up the horn. For there is some running

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water in the ron Sa Vous, and he tried to
go out to it and he might give it some
to Roland. And he sets out, tottering with little steps
and slow, and he's so weak that he cannot go
any further. He's lost so much blood and has no strength.
In shorter time than he would take to the cross

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an acre of ground, his heart failed him and he
fell to the ground. His death is causing him great anguish.
Count Roland recovers from his swoon, and he gets to
his feet, but his suffering is very great. And he
looks down at the valley, and he sees up the
slope on the green grass, a little beyond his comrades,

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he sees the noble baron lying the archbishop, whom God
placed here in his name, and he is confessing his
sins and looking upwards, and his hands clasped towards heaven,
and he praised to God to grant him paradise. And
Turpin is dead, the warrior of Charles, both by great
battles and by a very very fine sermons. He was

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always a champion against the heathen. May God grant him
his holy benediction. Count Roman sees the archbishop on the ground.
He sees his bowels laying outside his body, and his brains,
and a heap upon his forehead, upon his breast, between
the two shoulder blades, he has crossed his beautiful white
hands and deeply Rowan makes lament according to the custom

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of his land. Ah, noble lord, knight of gentle birth.
Today I commend thee to the glorious God of Heaven,
that never will there be a man who serves him
more willingly since the days of the Apostles, never had
there been such a prophet for upholding the faith, for
attracting men to it. May your soul no lack, and

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may the door of Paradise open to it. Roland feels
that his own death is near. His brain is issuing
forth out of his ears. Concerning his peers. He praise
God that he will call them to him. And then
on his own behalf he prays to the Angel Gabriel,
and he takes that horn, that he may have no reproach.

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And so the other hand he takes durndell his sword
somewhat further than a crossbow can shoot an arrow. He
walks through the plowland in the direction of Spain, and
he mounts on a hillock, and there, under a fine tree,
there are four steps made out of marble. He has
fallen face downwards on the green grass, and he had

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lost conscience, for death is very near. So he's got
a problem. Our buddy, Roland's got a problem. And that
is I don't know if I want to say it.
That is, his sword is so powerful he cannot let
it fall into the wrong hands. He is virtuous and

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valorous enough to wield it as a knight in Charlemagne's army.
But he can't let this heathen Rabbele or this Horde,
this Saracen army get his sword. So out of everything
that's happened, all of this death, all of these motherfuckers

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that he killed, cutting their hands off, slashing them, whipping
their hands like he's about to die, and the only
thing he can think of is, yo, I gotta I
gotta do something with this sword. Bro I'm running really long,

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running really long. High are the hills and very high

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the trees, and there are four steps there of shining marble,
and Count Roland is stooped to the green grass as Saracen,
who was feigning to be dead and lying amongst the others,
has been watching him all this time, and he has
besmeared his face with blood, and getting up on his feet,
he hastily run towards him. He was big and strong

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and courageous, and his pride incites him to a fatal folly.
He seized hold of Roland, both of his body and
his arms, and said one word, the nephew of Charles
is vanquished, and I will take his sword to Arabia.
And he drew it from him. The count regained his
senses a little. Roland feels that he is taking his sword,

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and he opens his eyes and says, word to him,
I know thou art not one of ours. And he
grips the horn, from which he does not wish to
be parted, and strikes the heathen on his helmet studded
with gold. He smashes the steel work of his head
and his bones, and he strikes both his eyes out
of his head, and overt throws him at his feet,

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and he's dead, and he says to him, he then
son of a slave, How wert thou so daring to
seize me, whether for right or for wrong? Now one
will hear of it, but he will hold thee for
a fool. Now my horn is split right to the
wide part, and the crystal and the gold is all

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knocked off. Roland feels that his sight is failing, and
he rises to his feet and exerts himself as much
as he can, But all the color has fled from
his face. Again. There tork rock in front of him,
and he strikes ten blows on it in grief and
anger in the steel greats, but does not break or splinter. Ah,
he says to the count, says, Holy Mary, help me,

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Duran Dahl a good sword. Now ill fated, thou wert?
When I have left this life, I can't. I can
care for thee no longer. Many are the battlefields on
which I have been victorious with you through you, and
many are the broad lands I have conquered for Charles
and the hoary Beard. May you never belong to a

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man who would flee before anyone. A very good vassal
has wielded you this long time. Never will there be
another such in the free land of France. Roland strikes
his sword on the hard stone, and the steel grates.
It neither breaks nor splinters, and he sees that he

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cannot break it, and begins to lament over it himself.
Ah durandell, how beautiful thou art, and how clear and
bright thou dost not, or thou dost shine and sparkle
in the sunlight. And Charles was in the valley of
Moraine when God sent word to him by an angel
from heaven, that he shall give thee to account and

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to a leader. And it was then that the great
and noble King girded it on me. With it, I
conquered Enjui and Brittany, and Powatou and the Main And
with it I conquered proud Normandy and Provence, and Aquitaine
and Lombardy and the whole of Romanian. I conquered Bavaria

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and the Flanders, and Burgundy, and the whole of Poland,
and Constantinople, which owed allegiance to him, and Saxony, where
he acts as he will. With it, I conquered Scotland
and England, which he called his chamber. With it, I
have conquered many countries and lands which now belonged to Charles,

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whose beard is growing white. And I have grief and
heaviness for this sword. I would rather die than leave
it in the hands of the heathen of God and Father.
Let not France suffer this shame. So this is interesting
because he kind of has like a little flashback and
he kind of tells how it is that he was

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able to get this sword, how the sword became his,
And it's just a couple of sentences here where he
talks about how the archangel Gabriel came down to Constantinople
and gave him this sword. It's like a sacred, like
holy sword. Here is this sword, like it's this amazing,

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it's amazing thing in all the all of my comic
books and graphic novels, virtually all the ones that are
ay good, you know, have you know flame, I mean,
angelic swords of expulsion and this kind of stuff. So
I love that. This stuff, I mean, say what you
want about Robert Dounney Jr. This stuff here gives me

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a boner. We're just gonna go long. We're just gonna
have a super long episode because we still got some
shit to get through. Roland stuck upon the struck upon
the dark stone and shattered it in more pieces than
I can tell you. He shattered the store, the sword,
the stone. The sword grates, but it does not splinter

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or break. It rebounds upwards towards the sky. When the
Count perceives that he cannot break it, he laments over
it very gently to himself. Ah Durndell, how beautiful and
holy thou art in my gilded pommel and many relics.
And here we're gonna get like an inventory of what

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the cool things about the sword are. It's a reliquary, right,
So Peter's tooth is in there, and some of Saint
Basil's blood, and some of the hairs of my lord
Saint denis in a piece of the garment of the
Holy Mary. It is not right that thou shalt shouldest

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be put in possession of the Heathen. You should never
be in the guardianship of Christians. You should ever be
in the guardianship of Christians. May know, man who commits
a cowardice possess you. By means of you, I shall
have vanquished many wide lands in which are in my
own possession, and of Charles the hoary beard. The Emperor

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has become powerful and rich thereby. And Roland feels that
a death holds him fast, for it has traveled down
from his head to his heart. And he's hastened to
get beneath a pine tree on the green grass, and
he lays down on his face, and he places the
sword in the horn beneath him. This is his attempt
to hide it. I think he has turned his head

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to the direction of the heathen folk. And he wishes
intently that Charles and all of his army may say
he has died like a conqueror, the noble count. In
few words, he confesses himself again and again, and he
holds forth his glove to God for his sins. And
Roland feels that the end of his time has come.

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And he lies on a rocky hillock overlooking Spain, and
with one hand he beats his breast. God. I'm guilty
before THEE on the account of the sins, both great
and small, that I have committed from the hour I
was born to this day on which I am struck down.
And he has stretched out his right glove towards God.

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The angels of Heaven descend to him. Count Roland laid
himself down beneath a pine tree, and has turned to
face towards Spain. And he began to call many things
to mine, and many lands that he conquered, Sweet France,
and the men of his lineage, and Charlemagne, his lord,

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who nurtured him. He cannot restrain himself from weeping and sighing,
and he has not forget and he is not forgetful
of himself. And he confesses himself, and he prays God
for his mercy, O True Father, who never lie. Thou
hast dis raised Saint Lazarus from the dead, and saved

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Daniel from the lions. Save my soul from all the
peril that beset on account of the sins for which
I have committed in my life, I have I held out.
He held out his right glove to God, and Saint
Gabriel took it from his hands. His head was resting
on his arm, and his hands were clasped, And thus

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he went to his end. God sent down his angel
Cherridmin and Saint Michael de Peril, the perilous Saint Michael.
With them came Saint Gabriel, and they carry off the count.
They carry the soul of the Count to paradise, Roland

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is dead, God has a soul in heaven, and the
Emperor arrives at ron Sevu. So, John, why are the
fuck are we talking about this? I'm getting all choked
up reading this story again. I haven't read it in
a long time. So let's just talk about the sword

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during Dell, the epic saga of Roland's legendary sword. This
is from Ancient Origins dot Net. Throughout history, renown figures
and legendary heroes have been associated with mythical swords. It's
caliber linked to King Arthur of Camelot and the koar,

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believed to be a divine gift to the prophet Mohammed
or Prominent examples among these Durandal, the sword of the
Paladin Roland. Though less familiar in English speaking regions, holds
a significant place in the legendary lore. I'm sorry a

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little is known about Roland. He remains a prominent hero
within the medieval European folk tales a number of legends.
He has described as being the nephew of the famous
Holy Roman Emperor Charlemagne. Roland is also considered to be
the greatest of the Twelve Peers, a group of elite
warriors within the court of Charlemagne. His legendary status is

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bolstered by his unmatched martial skill and unwavering loyalty, solidifying
his place as a cherished hero in the medieval European tales.
The most enduring legends surrounding Roland, it's his valiant last
stand at the Battle of Roncevu. This battle, rooted in

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historical events, took place seventy eight a d during Charlemagne's
campaign the Iberian Peninsula, where Charlemagne's Frankish army fought against
the Basque forces defending their territory. While the Battle of
Roncevou was an actual historical battle, over the centuries, the

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stories were embellished and romanticized, adding elements of Christian valor,
hero her heroism and chivalry, which are so popular during
the era. This can explain some versions. The Basques were
joined by the Saras and Muslim fighters, turning the conflict
into a major battle between Christians and Muslims. As the

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Frankish forces weren't ambushed by Basque and Saracen foes. The
story recounts how Roland valiantly defended his comrades and reviews
to blow his horn to summon Charlemagne for reinforcements, until
it was almost too late. It was too late. I
don't mean to step on you, ancient origins dot net,
but it was. It's clear that it was too late.

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Despite being mortally wounded, Roland continued to fight bravely, only
succumbing at his heroic last stand, becoming a symbol of
unwavering courage and self sacrifice in the in over in
the overwhelming odds. So the story of Roland's heroism at
the bottle at the Battle of Roncee Vous is most

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notably recounted in the epic poem La Chezon del Rowland
The Song of Roland, which we just read an excerpt
of this epic, composed of Old French. The earliest known
source of the references Duran Dell is a legendary sword
wielded by Roland. While the sword may have been inspired
by earlier legends or myths, that primary literary reference can

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be found in the Song of Roland. The story Roland
is a sword said to have been given to Charlemagne
by the angel by an angel of God, who instructed
the emperor to give the sword to one of his counts,
forged by the sword smith Wayland. The Smith, a mysical
mythical figure in European folklore, is renowned for its strength

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and exceptional craftsmanship. In contrast to the Italian epic Orlando
Furioso or Orlando Enraged, notes that Durandel was once the
sword of the Trojan hero Hector, and was given to
Roland by the enchanter Malagie. Written by the Italian Renaissance
poet Ludovico Arisato, the tale claims that Durandel was associated

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with a different knight known as Orlando aka Roland, who
experiences about of madness brought about by unrequited love, and
becomes convinced that he needs to destroy Durandell to prove
his loyalty to his love. These Italians and the Romanticism,

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regardless of its origins, Durandell, the Durandel sword has both
valuable and powerful. In fact, in Orlando Furioso, the primary
objective of the invasion of France by Gradasso, the Heathen
king of Sir Sina, is said to be the retrieval

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of Durandell from Roland. With Durandell, it was said that
Roland has accomplished many great feats for Charlemagne, as evidenced
within the text of the epic poem Orlando Furioso. I
won for him. This is we just read this bit.

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I won for him, the angenou one for him, the
pillet to the main, the Normandy. I'm sure you remember,
so I'm skipping down at ronzez Vous. Roland was allegedly
able to hold back the Muslim army, which was one
hundred thousand strong, from attacking Charlemagne's main forces using Durandell.

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Roland was said to have slayed many enemies. They even
succeeded in chopping off the right hand of the Saracen
king Marsilly and decapitating the king's son Jerusalem. Why was
the Durandel sword so special? One of the significant features

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of Durandel is that it's contained a number of sacred
Christian relics. In the Song of Roland, that is written
that the relics enough thy gold hilt conceals Saint Peter's tooth,
the blood of Saint Basil, some hairs of my lord
Saint Denis, and some of the robe that was worn
by Saint Mary. Likewise, we also read this The Song

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of Roland also depicts Durandell as an indestructible weapon. When
all that's lost at ron sez Vous, Roland attempts to
destroy Durandell in order to prevent it from falling into
the hands of the enemy. In a final act of
strength and determination, he attempted to destroy the sword by
striking a massive rock with it, but his efforts were

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to no avail Roland. His stroke on a stone repeats,
and more of it breaks off than I can speak.
A sword. The sword cries out, yet breaks not in
the least back back from the blow into the air
it leaps. So, according to this legend, Rowland's failed endeavor

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to destroy Durandell created the Labreche de Roland, a natural
gap measuring forty meters across in one hundred meters high
in the Pyrenees. When this specific when the specific details
and attributions may vary between the versions of the Ledgend
and La briesch d Roland remembers or remains a popular

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and enduring element of the Roland stories, and it is
actually geographical feature in the Pyrenees, further adding to its mystique.
As Roland failed to destroy Durndell. He decided to hide
it beneath his body before he died. In another account,
Roland flung Durandel into the air, where magically landed embedded

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in a rock and recommendeor a pilgrimage site about one
hundred and sixty clicks to the north of Toulouse. Curiously,
the visitors of the Chappelle Notre Dame in Ramakor see
an iron sword wedged in the rock above the door
leading to the chapel, and some believe that is the

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actual sword belonging to Roland, and has even been bound
with a chain to prevent anyone from stealing it. Alright,
here we go, What do you think happened? What do
you think happened? To the sort? Not often we do

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an article on the show from the New York Times,
but here it is The New York Times. Mythical swords
disappearance brings mystery to French a village. The legend says
that Durandell has been stuck in this French hillside for
nearly one thousand, three hundred years, and it went missing

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in June. An investigation to find France's EXCaliber begins. Is
written by Hank Sanders and William Lamb. Hey, I know,
William William. This was published July sixth, twenty twenty four.
As legend has that this sword from God, given to

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Roland in, an eighth century military leader under Charlemagne, was
so powerful that Roland's last mission was to destroy it.
When the blade, called Durandal prove indestructible, Oh Jesus, I'm
so sorry. Roland through it as far as he could,
and it sailed over one hundred miles before slicing through

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the side of a rock face in medieval French village
Rock Commandor. I would love to know how to actually
say that. Ro Commandor maybe Rocca Mandor. I don't know
that sword, as the story goes, sat wedged in the
stone for nearly one thousand, three hundred years and became
a landmark in tourist attraction in Rocammandor, a small village

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in southwestern France about one hundred and ten miles east
of Bordeaux, so residents and officials were there were stunned
to discover late last month that a blade had vanished.
According to La de Pesche de Midi, a French newspaper
and officer with France's National Police Force in Khor is

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a town thirty miles southwest of Rock. Commandor said that
the sword disappeared sometime after nightfall on July twenty first,
and that these authorities opened an investigation after a passerby
reported the next morning that it was missing. An officer,
who declined to give his name, emphasized that the sword

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is a copy, but acknowledged that it had some symbolic significance.
He referred to further questions to the officer of the
Prosecutor and the public at Cahors, which did not immediately
respond to comment. The mayor of Rachamandor, Dominique Lafonte, said

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that the sword had been an obligatory stop for tourists
and a point of pride for residents, all of whom
learn the legend by studying the famous eleventh or twelfth
century French poem The Song of Roland. When a resident
called on July twenty second to report the sword had vanished,
she recalled an interview on Saturday. I had the impression

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that someone had cut a piece of Rockamandor and as
if it were a living being, and someone had just
cut off an arm. This sword belongs to this place,
Miss Lafonte said, since the legend says that it was
thrown from the Pyrenees and landed here. When I start
telling people that had what had happened, they told me

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it's a joke. It's not possible. No one could believe
such a thing could happen, And for most Americans, King
Arthur's Excalibur is more recognizable example of a sword stuck
in a stone, But the myths of Durandell are popular
across France because of the Song of Roland. This poem
is partly set during the Battle of roncez Vous Pass

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in seven seventy eight eighty, during which Charlemagne's men had
fought against Muslims in Spain, led by Roland, found themselves
severely outnumbered by enemy forces. According to the poem's fictional account,
Roland and his sword battled valiantly, but was badly wounded
and tried unsuccessfully before his death to destroy the blade.

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That whole paragraph is kind of right, a little right,
It's kind of right. He actually died because he split
his skull open by blowing his horn. According to the
Song of Roland, Roland hid the blade under his dying body,

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but the tour guides in Rockamandor have encouraged visitors to
come to the town, a postcard worthy cluster of castles
carved out in a steep mountain side and see the
blade for themselves, jutting out of a crack in the
rock face some thirty feet up in the air. The
story of how Durandell ended up in Rockamandor, one hundred

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and fifty miles northwest northeast of where Roland dies, has
its skeptic The point is that not that it's truthful.
It's that it matters. It's part of the culture, and
you know, I can't believe I'm about to make this
comparison it's about It's not it's the sword's real It's

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about the history and the tradition and the culture of
the of the town, and it's connection that it has
with this amazingly kick ass heavy metal poem from like
the fucking eleventh century. It's amazing and it's something to
be cherished. It's not something to be studied and let
me carbon date the sword to prove you wrong. That's

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not the fucking point of it. It's it's part of
the culture, and you know them this town getting that
sword stolen from them. It reminds me of Star Wars.
That's all I'm saying. Just not a lightsaber is like
the sword. I'm saying that, you know, someone hijacked Star

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Wars and they totally subverted it and perverted the heroes
to where it's not recognizable anymore. It's just not recognizable anymore.
And that's the important part, you know, when I say, like, hey,
Star Wars used to be a big deal to me.
Star Wars used to be like my religion. Actually, when

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I was in the army, I had a pair of
bootleg dog tags made and instead of no religious pref
it said Jedi Knight. That's a true story. I still
have them somewhere anyhow. The point is that not that
the sword is real, or it's not authentic, or it's
not an actual sacred artifact. The thing is is that

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that town in France is that town in France because
of that sword. My saying, you know, demographic shifts have
something to do with you know, lost culture and traditions.
Probably I probably am saying that. Am I saying that
some Muslims or some Saracens Spanish Spanish Saracens climbed up

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this wall and cut the chain and stole the sword.
Maybe I might be saying that as well. I just thought,
on the eve of this Olympics, and after that Olympic
opening celebration and the inversion of everything, I thought it

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might be a nice little meditation to think about Durandell
getting stolen out of rock amand Door. You know who. Why.
Ultimately it probably doesn't matter. Why. It just matters because

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