...Malakin son of Ivin came [to Karl's castle] and asked if King Karlamagnus would release Abraham, his brother, who had been in prison for more than fourteen years: "and I have three swords which are the best possible. Galant the smith, of England, made them, and he heated them in the forge for seven years; King Faber gave them to me as a surety for seven hundred gold coins. The swords were good - and I ask you to release my brother."

[K. has A. released and gets the three swords.]

[...]

As soon as King Karlamagnus came home, he called Namlun to him and told him to bring the swords which Malakin of Ivin had given him. He drew the swords from their scabbards and looked at them, and they seemed to be good. After that he went to the steel mound before his hall, and struck the first of the swords into it a hand's breadth, so that there was a little notch in it. "Certainly that is a good sword," says the king, "and I shall call it Kurt."

Then he struck in the second a hand's breadth or more, and called that Almacia, and said it was good to strike heathens with. He then struck with the third, and rent more than half the length of a man's foot; he said, "That sword shall be named Dyrumdali," and he kept that with him, for he loved it dearly.

[...]

Now that King Karlamagnus was home, a letter came to him from the pope, saying that a great war had broken out between the Lombards and the men of Bretland, and it was doing much harm to the Romans. The king was most unhappy about that; he wrote a letter asking all those who were at war to come to him in Montardal and he swore by his beard that whoever would not come to a settlement would be hanged.

He went off, with his trumpets blowing. And when he arrived in Moniardal, all of those to whom he had sent word had come there. He ordered them all to reach a settlement if they wished to keep their lives, and asked the pope to act as judge between them in their differences.

The night after this, as Karlamagnus lay in his bed, the angel Gabriel came to him and told him that his sword contained a precious, holy relic: "There is in it a tooth of Peter the apostle, and a hair of Maria Magdalene, and some blood of Bishop Blasius; you shall give the sword to Rollant, your kinsman, for it will then be in good hands."

Karlamagnus did as the angel told him. He gave Rollant the sword and girded him with it, and tapped him on the neck, saying, "Good nephew, take Dyrumdali now, and use it, best of men, in the memory that God gave his apostles a dwelling in Paradise."