ocr: Roland - - L - Ican never Forget it. The perrection Of that dag. That ride. The surprise, so: sweet, on their Faces. The cries Of my Paris as it watched my clamoring path ring doun through the infidel. Such grace For steel and muscle. Of all my days that is the clearest NOU. Why should that be? Jime is strange For me DOU. Ihad ridden out from the city the night berore under the cover Of a storm. Turpin tried to stop me, said I was a Fool (they always said that, but my tactics often bought the dag), said my uncle, Charlemagne, would teach me For Disobedlence. As the ramwater ran down my back I ...
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