At this moment Ogier, covered with blood and dust, came to lay the Oriflamme at the feet of the Emperor.  He was followed by a train of warriors of short stature, who walked ill at ease loaded with armor too heavy for them.  Ogier knelt at the feet of Charlemagne, who embraced him, calling him Alory, while Turpin from the height of the altar, blessed him with all his might.  Then young Orlando, son of the Count Milone, and nephew of Charlemagne, no longer able to endure this misapprehension, threw down his helmet, and ran to unlace Ogier’s, while the other young men laid aside theirs.  Our author says he cannot express the surprise, the admiration, and the tenderness of the Emperor and his peers.  Charles folded Ogier in his arms, and the happy fathers of those brave youths embraced them with tears of joy.  The good Duke Namo stepped forward, and Charlemagne yielded Ogier to his embrace.  “How much do I owe you,” he said, “good and wise friend, for having restrained my anger!  My dear Ogier!  I owe you my life!  My sword leaps to touch your shoulder, yours and those of your brave young friends.”  At these words he drew that famous sword, Joyeuse, and while Ogier and the rest knelt before him, gave them the accolade conferring on them the order of knighthood.  The young Orlando and his cousin Oliver could not refrain, even in the presence of the Emperor, from falling upon Ogier’s neck, and pledging with him that brotherhood in arms, so dear and so sacred to the knights of old times; but Charlot, the Emperor’s son, at the sight of the glory with which Ogier had covered himself, conceived the blackest jealousy and hate.

The rest of the day and the next were spent in the rejoicings of the army.  Turpin in a solemn service implored the favor of Heaven upon the youthful knights, and blessed the white armor which was prepared for them.  Duke Namo presented them with golden spurs, Charles himself girded on their swords.  But what was his astonishment when he examined that intended for Ogier!  The loving Fairy, Morgana, had had the art to change it, and to substitute one of her own procuring, and when Charles drew it out of the scabbard, these words appeared written on the steel:  “My name is Cortana, of the same steel and temper as Joyeuse and Durindana.”  Charles saw that a superior power watched over the destinies of Ogier; he vowed to love him as a father would, and Ogier promised him the devotion of a son.  Happy had it been for both if they had always continued mindful of their promises.

The Saracen army had hardly recovered from its dismay when Carahue, King of Mauritania, who was one of the knights overthrown by Ogier at the time of the rescue of Charlemagne, determined to challenge him to single combat.  With that view he assumed the dress of a herald, resolved to carry his own message.  The French knights admired his air, and said to one another that he seemed more fit to be a knight than a bearer of messages.