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Save Sarraguce. *END*THE SMALL PRINT! FOR PUBLIC DOMAIN ETEXTS*Ver.5 gratefully accepts contributions in money.J. Went he his way into an orchard cool. Marsile its King. also his dukes: "My Lords.29. that sits on high mountain. give ear to our impending doom: That Emperour. Maley and Douglas B. Now no fortress against him doth remain. ye that are wise and true. Round him his men. and prepared by Douglas B.04. I have no host in battle him to prove. Money should be paid to "Project Gutenberg Association / Illinois Benedictine College". who feareth not God's name. There on a throne he sate. stood. III Blancandrins was a pagan very wise. . he invokes Apollin's aid. Killings (DeTroyes@AOL. public domain etexts. Conquered the land. Into this land is come. and won the western main. First in prowess. OCR software. us to confuse.COM). full twenty thousand. II King Marsilies he lay at Sarraguce. Save Blancandrin.J. Full seven years hath sojourned in Spain. edited. time. and every other sort of contribution you can think of. K. Nor have I strength his forces to undo. I Charles the King. In vassalage he was a gallant knight. of th' Castle of Val Funde. Can ye ward off this present death and dule?" What word to say no pagan of them knew. Counsel me then. Killings. scanning machines. Proofreading by R. Called he forth then his counts. dating perhaps as early as the middle 11th century. our Lord and Sovereign. Nor wards off ills that shall to him attain. Document scanning provided by R. [Charles Kenneth] Moncreiff Anonymous Old French epic. Maley. he stood his lord beside.93*END* The Song of Roland Translated by C. This electronic edition was produced. Mahumet's man. Charles of France the Douce. No city walls are left for him to gain. AOI. of marble blue. August 1995. royalty free copyright licenses.

to each his fair domain. Fifty wagons his wrights will need supply. Faithful service. So be it. homeward he will him hie. that in the wind doth sway. Better by far they go. "Gentle Barons. The Frankish host you'll see them all away. High festival will hold for Saint Michael. Proud is that King. Better by far their heads be shorn away. sev'n hundred camelry. V The council ends." "That is well said. With Jouner. and pass the appointed day. War hath he waged in Spain too long a time. Malbien from over sea. . -An he be slain. Than that ourselves do suffer grief and pain. the first-born of our wives. and cruel his courage. IV Says Blancandrins: "By my right hand. And by this beard. And Machiner and his uncle Mahee. and do him fealty. to Charlemagne go ye.6 And thus he spoke: "Do not yourself affright! Yield to Carlun. though doomed to die. Follow him there before Saint Michael's tide. his friend and his ally. four hundred mules load high. Than that we lose honour and dignity." AOI. And Blancandrin. And Priamun and Guarlan of the beard. Stand honour bound. were first in felony. Send him our sons. and that King Marsilie Calleth aside Clarun of Balaguee. Ten or a score. Tidings of us no Frank will hear or say. Till with that wealth he pays his soldiery. Than that ourselves lose this clear land of Spain. To Aix. In his Chapelle at Aix will Charles stay. Send hostages. Franks will retire to France their own terrain. Silver and gold. I'll surely furnish mine. Lions and bears and hounds for him provide. Estramarin and Eudropin his peer." the pagans say. should he demand surety. And be ourselves brought down to beggary. good reason to decree: Ten hath he called. You shall receive and hold the Christian rite. Thousand mewed hawks. our loyal oath to bind. that is so big with pride. Time will go by. When they are gone. I say. in France. From th' hostage he'll slice their heads away.

to him. Sansun the Duke and Anseis the proud. Will be his man. VI King Marsilies. Ere this new moon wanes. The Emperour is in a great orchard ground Where Oliver and Rollant stand around. Yet cannot guard himself from treachery. Bridled with gold. my love and faith swearing. . VII Ten snow-white mules then ordered Marsilie. or takes the Christian vow. if so he will. he'll have. In their right hands were olive-branches green. AOI. saddled in silver clear." Says Blancandrins: "Much good will come of this. Came they to Charle. I shall be with him." the pagans straight agree. my lords. Gifts of a King. Hostages too. his council finishing. Great good treasure his knights have placed in pound. There too Gerin and Geriers are found. the King of Suatilie. Cordres he holds. Bid ye for me that Charlemagne. Silver and gold and many a jewelled gown. that holds all France in fee." AOI. His catapults have battered town and tow'r. you'll have your fill of me.7 He is in siege of Cordres the city. AOI. In his God's name to shew me his mercy. Says to his men : "Go now. One thousand men shall be my following. VIII Merry and bold is now that Emperour. I'll give you all your need. In your right hands bear olive-branches green Which signify Peace and Humility." "We have enough. Olive-branches in your right hands bearing. the walls are tumbled down. that bears his gonfaloun. Gefreid d'Anjou. Mounted them those that should the message speak. Silver and gold. In that city there is no pagan now But he been slain. Manors and fiefs. I will receive the rite of christening. If you by craft contrive to set me free. the King.

He says to them: "Good tidings have you told. or fifteen or a score. Should any seek. When he looks up. X That Emperour inclined his head full low. Wherewith full tale your soldiers you can pay. but slow: His custom was. "Hostages he'll show. Fifty wagons you'll need to bear away Golden besants. a son of mine shall go. The All Glorious. White is his beard. Beneath a pine. began to meditate. IX The foremost word of all Blancandrin spake. his face is very bold. These very words you have before me told. come out of France the Douce. at his leisure he spoke. And in salute full courteously they lout. . is seen a mighty crowd. and blossoming-white his crown. At the game-boards to pass an idle hour. Ten shall you take. he'll follow too that way. l Stands a fald-stool. Now in this land you've been too long a day Hie you to France. AOI. return again to Aix. to Whom ye're bound to pray! Proud Marsilies this message bids me say: Much hath he sought to find salvation's way. On white carpets those knights have sate them down. Out of his wealth meet presents would he make. Hasty in speech he never was.8 Where they are found. The messengers. Though he be slain. fashioned of gold throughout. his countenance is proud. Thus saith my Lord. To your palace seigneurial when you go. sev'n hundred dromedrays. no need to point him out. on foot they get them down. King Marsilies hath ever been my foe. Four hundred mules his silver shall convey. and greyhounds leashed on chain. Shapely his limbs. in eglantine embow'red. Fifteen thousand. In what measure of faith am I to hold?" That Sarrazin says. While fence the young and lusty bachelours. Any there be you'll have more nobly born. such store of proved assay. for wisdom most renowned. -Chequers the old. And to the King: "May God preserve you safe." That Emperour t'wards God his arms he raised Lowered his head. Lions and bears. There sits the King. Thousand mewed hawks. that holds Douce France in pow'r.

Those messengers had lodging for the night. Richard the old." Answers him Charles: "Still may he heal his soul. My Lord hath said. and his nephew Henry. Also a tent in the orchard raise on high. Dozen serjeants served after them aright. For with his Franks he's ever of a mind. AOI. And among them the Count Rollant came in. Greyhounds on leash and bears and lions also. Thousand mewed hawks and seven hundred camels. his council to begin: Oger the Duke. Those ten men's mules in stall he bade them tie. That Emperour does with the morning rise. thither will he follow Ev'n to your baths. "King Marsilies hath sent me his messages. and stays beneath a pine. also Gerin. Four hundred mules with gold Arabian charged. . He'll follow me to Aix. But into France demands he my departure. yea more than fifty drawing. Out of his wealth he'll give me weighty masses. a thousand chivalry. Guenes came there. There is he fain the Christian faith to know. The Council then began. Darkling they lie till comes the clear daylight.9 At Michael's Feast." says the Emperour then. Barons he calls. XI Clear shone the sun in a fair even-tide. beneath a pine he sits. XII That Emperour. that God for you hath wrought. XIII "My Lords Barons. where is my Castle. that Archbishop Turpin. Charles. And Oliver." AOI. Matins and Mass are said then in his sight. Calls his barons. AOI. Forth goes that King. Tedbald of Reims and Milun his cousin: With him there were Gerers. Fifty wagons. good counsel to define. Franks out of France. From Gascony the proof Count Acolin. which ended ill. so proof and so gentil. that wrought the treachery. called in periculo.

Throughout all Spain your writ alone shall run Next he'll receive our rule of Christendom Who shall advise. Good word nor bad. and with the wise be one. To Sarraguce lead forth your great army. But I know not what purpose in his heart is. The Count Rollanz. And Balaguet. he springs upon his feet. Franks hold their peace. his beard his fingers tug. this bidding be not done. save whence your good shall come. his nephew not one. And took Valterne. Counsel of pride is wrong: we've fought enough. Leave we the fools. Seven years since. Praised they your words that foolish were in deed. XIV That Emperour hath ended now his speech. He clasps his chin." Then say the Franks: "Beseems us act with caution!" AOI. Since he sends word. "Believe not Marsilie. and Sezilie. All your life long. and all the land of Pine. My word nor theirs. so on to war proceed. and the other Basilie: Their heads he took on th' hill by Haltilie. if need be." AOI. he never will agree. Quick to reply. and comes before Carlun. Of his pagans he sent you then fifteen." . Right haughtily his reason he's begun. Bearing in hand their olive-branches green: Who. I conquer'd you Noples also Commibles.10 There he'll receive the law of our Salvation: Christian he'll be. Deserves not death. And to the King. and Tuele. War have you waged. that King Marsiliun. XV That Emperour he sits with lowering front. ev'n as now. And to the King: "Believe not any one. Two of your Counts did to the pagan speed. and hold from me his marches. Basan was one. when into Spain came we. by finger and by thumb. lie in siege. Homage he'll do. Vengeance for those the felon slew to wreak. Traitor in all his ways was Marsilies. since all to death must come. You of your Franks a Council did decree. but only Guenelun Springs to his feet. these very words did speak.

Nay. "For your courage is fierce unto the end. With hostages his faith he would secure. say whom now can we send To th' Sarrazin that Sarraguce defends?" Answers Rollanz: "I might go very well. With catapults his ramparts have you burst. For seven years you've lingered in this land . Sinners were they that would to war return. XIX Turpins of Reins is risen from his rank. you'd seen them all silent. and all his cities burned. AOI. Wisdom was there. You'll not this year so far from me remove. King Marsilies in war is overturned. And to the King: "Now rightly have you heard Guenes the Count. His castles all in ruin have you hurled. Says to the King: "In peace now leave your Franks. By this white beard." Answers the King: "Be silent both on bench. you'll not. that you have seen grow blench. I am afraid you would misapprehend. XVII "My lords barons. shall that way wend. by this beard. say whom shall we send up To Sarraguce. Him who entreats your pity do not spurn. for none hath called you up. If the King wills it I might go there well. I say. The dozen peers by that would stand condemned. Go sit you down. to King Marsiliun?" Answers Duke Neimes: "I'll go there for your love. Franks hold their peace. Better vassal there was not in the world." says Oliver his friend. but let it well be heard." XVIII "My lords barons." "Well said the Duke. Your feet nor his." Answers the King: "Old man of wisdom pruff. also the glove. XVI And after him came Neimes out. the third. what answer he returned." "Certes. Let this great war no longer now endure." Franks utter in their turn. Vanquished his men.11 AOI. and as these cheeks are rough. Give me therefore the wand.

"Choose ye me out a baron from my marches. Charles. to me the clove. To Marsilie shall carry back my answer. I will seek out the Spanish Sarazand. also the wand. to Marsiliun I travel. began to laugh for glee. For I believe his thoughts I understand. I'll follow thee with such a force of passion That will endure so long as life may last thee. surely. Give. To Sarraguce going to Marsilie. sit you down on yonder silken mat. AOI. So let him go. my goodfather. And on his feet stands clear in silken garment." Answers Rollanz: "Thou'rt full of pride and madness. There I will work a little trickery.12 They have endured much pain and sufferance. This mighty wrath of mine I'll thus let free. his ribs were broadly arched So fair he seemed that all the court regarded." That Emperour answers intolerant: "Go. Thou hast decreed. I take no thought for slander." Answer the Franks: "For he can wisely manage. should bear the answer. Charles commnds that I do his decree. And speak no more." When Rollanz heard. XXI Answers him Guene: "Thou shalt not go for me. XX "Franks." Then says Rollanz: "There's Guenes. sparkled. . nor am I lord of thee. All men know well. Says to Rollant: "Fool. Thou'rt not my man." AOI. XXII When Guenes sees that Rollant laughs at it. there's none you should send rather." And that count Guenes is very full of anguish." AOI. until that I command. If the King will. Off from his neck he flings the pelts of marten. his eyes with colour. Sire. Fine limbs he had. But some wise man. Proud face he had. I'm ready to go rather." says the Emperour then. chevaliers. Then if God grant that I return hereafter. wherefore art so wrathful? All men know well that I am thy goodfather.

"give me your orders. AOI. I will your word accomplish. Nor Oliver. before me stand. so long as I'm a man. for rage he's like to split." XXVI "Now. for they are of his band. there is no prettier swain: Baldwin." XXV His right hand glove that Emperour holds out." "And go I can." Guenes said. time is to start amain. Your sister's hand in marriage have I ta'en. men say he shews the knightly strain. Right Emperour. XXIV Then says the King: "Guenes. " all this is from Rollanz. he'll look for me in vain. The dozen peers." answers Guenes. who goes at his right hand. I?" Then said the King "In Jesu's Name and mine!" . Murmur the Franks: "God! What may that mean now? By this message great loss shall come about. Sire. as you bid. A false judgement you bore me when you chid. you're chosen by the Franks. also the wand." AOI. as in your sight I stand. yet have I no warrant Basile had none nor his brother Basant. "You'll soon have news enow." "Sire." Then says the King: "Over intolerant." Answers him Charles: "Your heart is too humane. For you have heard. When I command. I'll not love him. XXIII "To Sarraguce I must repair. And I've a son. why need I linger. But the count Guenes elsewhere would fain be found . Whence who goes there returns no more again. And take from me the glove." "Lordings. Care well for him. it falls upon the ground.13 Such grief he has. When he should take." says Guene. 'tis plain. you see me where you sit. To him I leave my honours and domain. A little more. Since I must go. Now certainly you go when I command. and he has lost his wit: Says to that count: "I love you not a bit. All I defy.

" Then answers Guenes: "Not so. Says Blancandrins: "Charles. and on his way goes he. And Baldewin. With Blancandrins. AOI. XXVII Guenes the count goes to his hostelry. Knowing you were born of very noble breed. whom you have seen. He that for you this journey has decreed King Charlemagne will never hold him dear. the Lord be pleased! Far better one than many knights should bleed. On Tachebrun. his charger. The Count Rollant. you soon shall speed.14 With his right hand he has absolved and signed. And Pinabel. Yet a great wrong these dukes do and these counts . my son. Finds for the road his garments and his gear. Then to his care the wand and brief confides." AOI. Never was man against him might succeed. All of the best he takes that may appear: Spurs of fine gold he fastens on his feet. Where Sarrazins assembled he may see. Guinemere. On my behalf my gentle wife you'll greet." -. His uncle holds the stirrup. What seeks he now of us in our country?" Then answers Guene "So great courage hath he. shall he lead. Cunning and keen they speak then. Into England he crossed the bitter sea. indeed! In the King's court these many years you've been. and halts beneath a tree. Sire. Noble vassal. His rights accord and help him in his need. To th' Holy Pope restored again his fee. my lords. To France the Douce. he should not so have deemed. who abides his company. what a man is he." After they say: "Us too.Rides down the road. Who conquered Puille and th'whole of Calabrie. XXVIII Guenes canters on. Then you had seen so many knights to weep. each to each. XXIX Says Blancandrins "Gentle the Franks are found. And to his side Murgles his sword of steel. Who all exclaim: "Unlucky lord. next he leaps. who is my friend and peer. they say that have you seen.

Held in his hand an apple red and round." Guenes replies: "There is none such. Says to the King "Lord save you. Cantered so far by valley and by plain To Sarraguce beneath a cliff they came. Mahum And Apollin. Each day t'wards death he goes a little down. The King himself holds all by his command. Eager for news. XXXI Cantered so far then Blancandrins and Guene Till each by each a covenant had made And sought a plan. Sire. whom shame will yet find out. With what people takes he this task in hand?" And answers Guene: "The people of the Franks. There was the King that held the whole of Espain. Nor was there one but did his speech contain. Twenty thousand of Sarrazins his train. When he be slain. "Of all earth's kings I bring you here the crowns. XXX Says Blancandrins: "A cruel man. Haste into sight then Blancandrins and Guene. Spoils he had won. beyond by Carcasoune. how Rollant might be slain. They love him so. garments and silken mats. for men he'll never want." AOI.15 Unto their lord. His nephew came. Once in the shade the King had sate him down." AOI. being in counsel proud. Rollant. shall peace once more abound." His cruel pride must shortly him confound. fair Sire. without Only Rollanz. Silver and gold he show'rs upon his band. till they might hear the tale. "Behold. There a fald-stool stood in a pine-tree's shade. Holding the hand of county Guenelun. That would bring down to bondage every man. Chargers and mules. Enveloped all in Alexandrin veils. whose holy laws here run! . And challenges the peace of every land. XXXII Blancandrin comes before Marsiliun. From hence to the East he'll conquer sea and land. Him and themselves they harry and confound. in sark of iron brown." said Rollanz as he bowed.

or none. If to accord this tribute you disdain. XXXV Then Sarrazins implored him so.16 Your message we delivered to Charlun. Cunning and keen began at length. On the faldstoel Marsillies took his seat. He sends you here his noblest born barun. The All Glorious. AOI. and spake Even as one that knoweth well the way. Taken by force and bound in iron chain You will be brought before his throne at Aix. you will die in misery and shame. He made to strike: they turned aside his aim. but answer made he none." King Marsilies was very sore afraid. Judged and condemned you'll be. that out of France is come. And to the King: "May God preserve you safe. to whom we're bound to pray Proud Charlemagne this message bids me say: You must receive the holy Christian Faith." says the alcaliph: "When on this Frank your vengeance you would wreak. From him you'll hear if peace shall be. Guenes beholds: his sword in hand he takes. and shortly slain. Snatching a dart." "Sire. "Greatly you harm our cause." "Let us prevent this fight:" the pagans say." said Marsile: "We'll hear him. Before this King in court we'll so behave. Both his two hands he raised against the sun. Praising his God. . XXXIV King Marsilies is turn'ed white with rage. every one. And yield in fee one half the lands of Spain. the chiefs. Yes. with golden feathers gay. And says to it: "O clear and fair and brave. That the Emperour of France shall never say In a strange land I'd thrown my life away Before these chiefs thy temper had essayed. Greatest in wealth. XXXIII But the count Guenes did deeply meditate. His feathered dart he brandishes and shakes. Two fingers' width from scabbard bares the blade. Rather you should listen to hear him speak. "to suffer I am meek." "Speak." Guenes says." AOI.

Proud parcener in him you'll have indeed. Bids me inform his mortal enemy. .17 I will not fail. In his right hand he grasps the golden hilt. Says to the King: "In madness spoke this wight. and Sarraguce besiege. But I will tell. and bind you hands and feet. should this land its treasure pile in heaps. I bear in mind his bitter grief and ire. Leave him to me." He's given it into the pagan's nief. 'Tis of Basan and 's brother Basilye. XXXVII Now Marsilies. of Franks the chief. his nephew. If you will not to Charles this tribute cede. shall receive. to spare him were not right. And over it a veil Alexandrin. To you he'll come. he'll not leave hold of it. So wrong he was." Guenes had on a cloke of sable skin." When Guenes hears. he draws his sword outright. But not his sword. These he throws down. for all the gold God keeps. One half of Spain he'll render as your fief The rest Rollanz. this. What Charlemagne. I must despatch my uncle the alcalyph." After. Bear you outright ev'n unto Aix his seat. Tried there and judged. there speaks his son to Marsilye. beneath that pine. they're held by Blancandrin. wherefore this rage and fear? Seeing you are. Flung you will be on a vile sumpter-beast. The pagans say. XXXVI Before the King's face Guenes drawing near Says to him "Sire. your head you will not keep. come cantering in your speed. Looks in the brief. who holds all France by might. "A noble baron. I will that wrong requite. Take you by force. by Charles. Whose heads I took on th' hill by Haltilye. You will not then on palfrey nor on steed. so long as I be free. sees what the King did write: "Charles commands. is turn'ed white with ire. Against the trunk he stands. Nay. Bidden to hold the Christians' right belief. Our Emperour has sent you here this brief. that Royal Majesty. Charles will not love me ever otherwise. If I would save my body now alive." AOI. He breaks the seal and casts the wax aside. Jennet nor mule.

his uncle and his friend. And Jursalet." Guene answers him: "I'll not refuse it. And through the orchard straight to the King they wend. Five hundred pounds would not their worth redeem. To-morrow night the gift shall ready be. Making to strike. These sable skins take as amends from me.18 XXXVIII The King is gone into that orchard then." AOI. his time is nearly spent. as 'tis said. honour and goodness yet. XXXIX "Fair Master Guenes. Of Charlemagne I wish to hear you tell. Through many lands his armies he has led. And Blancandrins there shews his snowy hair. In our service his faith to me he's pledged." says then King Marsilie. when all is said. Says Blancandrins: "Summon the Frank again. I shewed my great fury. What time from war will he draw back instead?" And answers Guenes: "Not so was Charles bred. me. So many blows his buckled shield has shed. was the King's son and heir. XL Then says Marsile "Guenes. There is no man that sees and knows him well But will proclaim the Emperour's hardihead. Minded I am to love you very well. And so rich kings he's brought to beg their bread. With him he takes the best among his men. Better to die than leave his banneret." Then says the King: "So let him now be fetched. the truth to ken. May God be pleased to shew you His mercy. And the alcaliph. Of treason there make lawless parliament. Two hundred years he's lived now." XLI The pagan says: "You make me marvel sore . "I did you now a little trickery. His great valour how can it be counted? Him with such grace hath God illumined." He's taken Guenes by his right finger-ends. He's very old. Praise him as best I may. Remain untold. AOI.

Such blows hath borne from many a trenchant lance. And Oliver. And so rich kings brought down to beg and sorn. fairer than tongue can sing. Two hundred years and more. count Rollant." Answers him Guenes: "Not on this journeying Save of pagans a great loss suffering. they say. These are his guard. No such vassal goes neath the dome of heaven. The dozen peers. For twenty men that you shall now send in To France the Douce he will repair. "so long as lives Rollanz. Two hundred years. In the rereward will follow after him Both his nephew. Dead are the counts. with other thousands twenty. that King. XLIII "Fair Master Guenes. For battle then he'll have no more the skill. Charles will behold his great pride perishing. So many blows from spears and lances borne. who is so old and hoar. "Such men are mine. And proof also. XLII Says Sarrazin: "My wonder yet is grand At Charlemagne. he fears no living man. as I think. When will time come that he draws back from war?" "Never. Charles is secure.19 At Charlemagne. believe me if you will. Leave you the fools. Vanquished and slain of kings so rich a band. I understand. whom Charl'es holds so precious. he holds no man in terror. "so long as lives his nephew. Of knights I can four hundred thousand bring So I may fight with Franks and with their King. To the Emperour such wealth of treasure give That every Frank at once is marvelling. When will time come that he from war draws back?" "Never. These are his guards. with twenty thousand Franks. He has gone forth and conquered many a land. Oliver his comrade. who hoary is and blanched. . he's lived and more." says Guenes. that courteous paladin." says Guene. The dozen peers he cherishes at hand. wise counsel following. So many lands he's led his armies o'er. From hence to the East there is no such vassal. Charles is secure." AOI. And proof also is Oliver his henchman." says Marsilies the King." AOI.

Twenty thousand Franks in their company Five score thousand pagans upon them lead. Terra Major would languish in repose. Though there remained his marvellous great host. I do not say. as you say. XLVII Was a fald-stool there. "Shew the device. Treason he's sworn. AOI. He's sworn thereby." says then King Marsilie. first or last. You will have wrought a high chivalrous deed. AOI. count Rollant. forsworn his faith away. XLV "Could one achieve that Rollant's life was lost. Nor all your life know war again. in the rear." On the relics. In it their laws. XLIV Fair Master Guene. and with speed. the Spanish Sarazand." Marsile has heard. Battle again deliver. And Oliver. but yours shall also bleed. Next he begins to undo his treasure-store. . XLVI Said Marsilie -. how Rollant slain may be. from Rollant you'll be freed. that rich peer. in whom he well believes.20 AOI. made of olifant. he's kissed him on the throat." Then answered Guene: "So be it. Bruised and bled white the race of Franks shall be. Charle's right arm were from his body torn. Mahum's and Tervagant's. So. but peace. AOI." Answers him Guenes: "That will I soon make clear The King will cross by the good pass of Size. Franks unawares in battle you shall meet. He'ld not again assemble in such force. A guard he'll set behind him. His nephew there. A book thereon Marsilies bade them plant. Swear me the death of Rollant on that day. are in his sword Murgles.but now what more said they? -"No faith in words by oath unbound I lay.

I'll be bound. the gentlest under heaven. And verily he'll slay him if he can. More worth are they than all the wealth of Roum. "For prize you dear my lord and all around." "It shall be done. LI The King now calls Malduiz. "Tribute for Charles. Give us your aid from Rollant the barun. Here for your wife I have two brooches found." Guenes the count answers: "It shall-be done. "Take now this sword. on Rollant the marquis. fair sir. By what device we may dishonour bring. Smiling and clear. And twenty men." Count Guenes answered him. and better sword has none. Amethysts and jacynths in golden mount. Climorins." He's taken them. "I love you well. Bramimound. AOI. AOI. Warden had been to King Marsiliun. XLVIII In haste there came a pagan Valdabrun. is it now made ready?" He answers him: "Ay. Smiling and clear to Guenelun begins: "Take now my helm. To you. better is none than this." said she to the count. kissed each the other one. I offer it in love. that guards his treasure.21 In the rereward if he shall find Rollant. Your Emperour has none such. Battle to himself and all his band. for here is plenty Silver and gold on hundred camels seven. L In haste there came the Queen forth. sir. and in his hosen pouched. XLIX After there came a pagan." Then. That in rereward against him we may come. he's said to Guenelun. as you command!" AOI. Into the hilt a thousand coins are run. On mouth and cheek then each the other kissed. But give us aid. Sire. And answered Guenes: "So be it." . cheek and chin. say.

just as the light grows plain. My own eyes saw four hundred thousand there. his uncle. by the law that you most sacred hold. . Of Guenelun the King for news is fain. Proud Marsilies bade me this word declare That alcaliph. and on his journey starts. Tribute I bring you. I'll do the same for you. Take then the keys of this city so large. LII Marsilie's arm Guene's shoulder doth enfold." Answers him Guenes: "My time is nearly past. I swear! Of Sarraguce the keys to you I bear.22 AOI. And twenty men. And for tribute from the great land of Spain. He's said to him: "You are both wise and bold. The Count Rollanz had broken it and ta'en. Now. Then get me placed Rollanz in the rereward. An hundred years its ruins shall remain. and made his prayer. look after them with care. Let not your heart in our behalf grow cold! Out of my store I'll give you wealth untold. you must spare." His charger mounts. Begins to speak. AOI. Into their camp is come the county Guene. And golden hilts upon their swords they bare. very great and rare. AOI. Guenes arrived. Mattins and Mass he's heard. In hauberks dressed. Sire. LIII That Emperour draws near to his domain. LIV In morning time is risen the Emperere. Says to the King: "God keep you. On the green grass before the tent his chair. If him I find in valley or in pass. Battle I'll give him that shall be the last. with very cunning air. Neimes the Duke. Charging ten mules with fine Arabian gold. This great tribute present you first to Charles. At dawn of day. new year and old. and many others there. closed helms that gleamed in the air. Where Rollant stood and that bold Oliver. He is come down unto the city Gailne. the felon perjurer.

For Christendom they've neither wish nor care. LVII . Franks know not what is fated. That Emperour. LVI Passes the day. Dreams that he stands in the great pass of Size. bids you hear. In his two hands his ashen spear he sees. Sire. Kingdom of Spain will hold as you declare. Guenes the count that spear from him doth seize. I should have brought him here. they will no more appear. AOI. LV Charles the Great that land of Spain had wasted. ere Brake from the North tempest and storm in the air. to your Empire. the sumpter-beasts are yare T'wards France the Douce all on their way repair. Then were they drowned. lies asleep. her cities violated. Hauberks they wore and sarks with iron plated. Marsile they left. High on a cliff against the sky 'twas placed. Cantered pagans. and rich reward shall wear. through those wide valleys raced. their helms were laced. I swear! Well have you wrought. the darkness is grown deep. The Franks in camp through all that country baited. Were he alive. Franks leave their lines." Then says the King: "Now God be praised. escutcheons newly painted: There in the mists beyond the peaks remained The day of doom four hundred thousand waited. Ere you have seen one month pass of this year He'll follow you to France. right to the sea they'll fare." Bids through the host a thousand trumpets blare. will do you homage there. God! what a grief. AOI. Swords to their sides were girt.23 They followed him. that would their faith forswear. Brandishes it and twists it with such ease. The pagan king. his war was now abated. Towards Douce France that Emperour has hasted. Upon a lance Rollant his ensign raised. Joining his hands. in truth. But the fourth league they had not compassed. Lances made sharp. Then said the King. Her castles ta'en. rich Charles. He will accept the laws you hold and fear. That flown into the sky the flinders seem. Charles sleeps on nor wakens from his dream.

" Answers him Guenes: "I know. As I know well. In France. he looks upon him straight. in his thought. "You've no baron whose valour is as great. And says to him: "You devil incarnate. Charles the King will never lose by me." When the King hears. Nor sumpter-horse will lose. But then there dashed a harrier from the hall. First the right ear of that grim bear he caught. Into your heart is come a mortal hate. of Denmark. His body dear did savagely assault. But my sword's point shall first exact their meed. That his right arm an evil bear did gnaw. "Ye see the pass along these valleys strait. at Aix." answers Guenes. who shall in rereward wait. LVIII Passes the night and opens the clear day. 'tis true in-deed. "My lords barons." AOI. nor charger nor palfrey. Out of Ardennes he saw a leopard stalk. Leaping in the air he sped to Charles call. Looks through the host often and everyway. Of battle great the Franks then seemed to talk. in his Chapelle once more. Jennet nor mule that canter can with speed. That Emperour canters in brave array." AOI." then answers Guenes." at length doth Charles say. LIX The count Rollanz hath heard himself decreed. Since the rereward you have for me decreed. Judge for me now. "You've no baron were better in that place. I ought to hold you dear. Rollanz. LX When Rollant heard that he should be rerewarden . nor wakens he for aught. AOI. Charles sleeps on. Yet which might win they knew not. And who shall go before me in the gate?" "Oger is here. Sir. nor any steed.24 And after this another vision saw. Speaks then to Guenes by rule of courtesy: "Good-father." "There's my good-son. And furiously the leopard next he fought.

He tugs his beard. No baron else have you. your safeguard this shall be. Half of my host I leave you presently. and also Berengiers. And Otes came. LXII And after that is come duke Neimes furth." Gives it. LXI "Right Emperour." AOI. For that on him the rereward is conferred. Retain you them. As Guenes let fall.25 Furiously he spoke to his good-father: "Aha! culvert." says the baron Rollanz. will any man Say that it fell and lay upon the land. . if I fail in the deed! Good valiant Franks. would do that work. LXIII That Emperour. Then find him men. know this in verity. the King." Then says the count: "I will not have them. and Sansun too came there. Beside him came his comrade Oliver. begotten of a bastard. LXIV The count Rollanz has mounted his charger. a thousand score I'll keep. Neer in reproach. and Rollant bears it furth. Old Anseis. Give him the bow your hands have bent. As then from thee the wand fell before Charles?" AOI. Also Gerins and the proud count Geriers. Rollanz then calleth he: "Fair nephew mine." That Emperour with lowered front doth stand. at first. "Give me the bow you carry in your hand. I know. Gerart also of Rossillon the fierce. (Better vassal there was not upon earth) Says to the King: "Right well now have you heard The count Rollanz to bitter wrath is stirred. his chin is in his hand Tears fill his eyes. he cannot them command. me I Confound me God. While I'm alive there's no man you need fear. when he received the wand. Go through the pass in all security. his company are worth. Thinkest the glove will slip from me hereafter.

26 And there is come the Gascon Engeliers. "Now by my head I'll go!" the Archbishop swears. "And I'm with you," says then the count Gualtiers, "I'm Rollant's man, I may not leave him there." A thousand score they choose of chevaliers. AOI. LXV Gualter del Hum he calls, that Count Rollanz; "A thousand Franks take, out of France our land; Dispose them so, among ravines and crags, That the Emperour lose not a single man." Gualter replies: "I'll do as you command." A thousand Franks, come out of France their land, At Gualter's word they scour ravines and crags; They'll not come down, howe'er the news be bad, Ere from their sheaths swords seven hundred flash. King Almaris, Belserne for kingdom had, On the evil day he met them in combat. AOI. LXVI High are the peaks, the valleys shadowful, Swarthy the rocks, the narrows wonderful. Franks passed that day all very sorrowful, Fifteen leagues round the rumour of them grew. When they were come, and Terra Major knew, Saw Gascony their land and their seigneur's, Remembering their fiefs and their honours, Their little maids, their gentle wives and true; There was not one that shed not tears for rue. Beyond the rest Charles was of anguish full, In Spanish Pass he'd left his dear nephew; Pity him seized; he could but weep for rue. AOI. LXVII The dozen peers are left behind in Spain, Franks in their band a thousand score remain, No fear have these, death hold they in disdain. That Emperour goes into France apace; Under his cloke he fain would hide his face. Up to his side comes cantering Duke Neimes, Says to the King: "What grief upon you weighs?" Charles answers him: "He's wrong that question makes. So great my grief I cannot but complain.

27 France is destroyed, by the device of Guene: This night I saw, by an angel's vision plain, Between my hands he brake my spear in twain; Great fear I have, since Rollant must remain: I've left him there, upon a border strange. God! If he's lost, I'll not outlive that shame." AOI. LXVIII Charles the great, he cannot but deplore. And with him Franks an hundred thousand mourn, Who for Rollanz have marvellous remorse. The felon Guenes had treacherously wrought; From pagan kin has had his rich reward, Silver and gold, and veils and silken cloths, Camels, lions, with many a mule and horse. Barons from Spain King Marsilies hath called, Counts and viscounts and dukes and almacours, And the admirals, and cadets nobly born; Within three days come hundreds thousands four. In Sarraguce they sound the drums of war; Mahum they raise upon their highest tow'r, Pagan is none, that does not him adore. They canter then with great contention Through Certeine land, valleys and mountains, on, Till of the Franks they see the gonfalons, Being in rereward those dozen companions; They will not fail battle to do anon. LXIX Marsile's nephew is come before the band, Riding a mule, he goads it with a wand, Smiling and clear, his uncle's ear demands: "Fair Lord and King, since, in your service, glad, I have endured sorrow and sufferance, Have fought in field, and victories have had. Give me a fee: the right to smite Rollanz! I'll slay him clean with my good trenchant lance, If Mahumet will be my sure warrant; Spain I'll set free, deliver all her land From Pass of Aspre even unto Durestant. Charles will grow faint, and recreant the Franks; There'll be no war while you're a living man." Marsilie gives the glove into his hand. AOI. LXX

28 Marsile's nephew, holding in hand the glove, His uncle calls, with reason proud enough: "Fair Lord and King, great gift from you I've won. Choose now for me eleven more baruns, So I may fight those dozen companions." First before all there answers Falfarun; -- Brother he was to King Marsiliun -"Fair sir nephew, go you and I at once Then verily this battle shall be done; The rereward of the great host of Carlun, It is decreed we deal them now their doom." AOI. LXXI King Corsablis is come from the other part, Barbarian, and steeped in evil art. He's spoken then as fits a good vassal, For all God's gold he would not seem coward. Hastes into view Malprimis of Brigal, Faster than a horse, upon his feet can dart, Before Marsile he cries with all his heart: "My body I will shew at Rencesvals; Find I Rollanz, I'll slay him without fault." LXXII An admiral is there of Balaguet; Clear face and proud, and body nobly bred; Since first he was upon his horse mounted, His arms to bear has shewn great lustihead; In vassalage he is well famoused; Christian were he, he'd shewn good baronhead. Before Marsile aloud has he shouted: "To Rencesvals my body shall be led; Find I Rollanz, then is he surely dead, And Oliver, and all the other twelve; Franks shall be slain in grief and wretchedness. Charles the great is old now and doted, Weary will be and make no war again; Spain shall be ours, in peace and quietness." King Marsilies has heard and thanks him well. AOI. LXXIII An almacour is there of Moriane, More felon none in all the land of Spain. Before Marsile his vaunting boast hath made: "To Rencesvals my company I'll take,

See here my sword. and traitors miscreant. with death I'll him acquaint. a pagan Esturganz.29 A thousand score. He was a count. with shields and lances brave. Turgis of Turtelose. even as you command. Estramariz also. every one. The dozen peers condemned are to death. Before Marsile he cries amid the press: "To Rencesvals I go. he'll not bear thence his head." LXXV From the other part. Says to the King: "Let not dismay be shewn! Mahum's more worth than Saint Peter of Rome. Nor Oliver that hath the others led. pride to make less. Christians he would them massacre. Then said Marsile: "My Lords. LXXIV From the other part. Escremiz of Valtrenne. Serve we him well. and France lie deserted. Find I Rollanz. For these our swords are trusty and trenchant. We will assault Olivier and Rollant. Franks shall be slain. ." AOI. that city was his own. Franks shall be slain." They answer him: "Sire. To Rencesvals. that is both good and long With Durendal I'll lay it well across. Ye'll hear betimes to which the prize is gone. No more on earth his crown will he put on. Give me your aid. Franks shall be slain. The dozen peers from death have no warrant. Charles the old will suffer grief and wrong. Before Marsile among the rest is gone. A Sarrazin. Find I Rollanz. whom we descend upon. Of good vassals will Charles be richly bled. Day shall not dawn but Charles will make his plaint. before me stand! Into the pass ye'll go to Rencesvals. then fame in field we'll own. and Chares be right sad. Felons were these. LXXVI From the other part. was his comrade. to meet Rollanz I'll go." AOI. that land was his as well. and thither lead my band. In scalding blood we'll dye their blades scarlat. From death he'll find his warranty in none.

Says Chemubles "My sword is in its place. No sun shone there. all France we shall have seized. the Emperour we'll give into your hand. above them all cries he. That land he had. When she beholds. and France a desert made. LXXVIII From the other part. The dozen peers are doomed to martyry. Was no pagan of such high chivalry. and on to battle haste. At Rencesvals scarlat I will it stain. King Marsilie! To Rencesvals I go. he Nor Oliver may scape alive from me. Ere a year pass. Chemubles of Muneigre. or trust me not again. with his great blossoming beard. nor grew there any grain. And many say that devils there remain. Who holds the land by Cadiz. Right to the ground his hair swept either way. No dew fell there. I'll fall on him. To Charles the old. and France abased be. Franks shall be slain. For his beauty the ladies hold him dear. Day shall not dawn but brings him rage and grief. whose hilt is gold indeed. And Durendal I'll conquer with this blade. Five score thousand of Sarrazins they take. Comes through the press. with him her heart is pleased. In a fir-wood their gear they ready make. away. God's curse on it was plain. truly you'll see all that Yea.30 Terra Major we'll give into your hand." The dozen peers are. "Be not at all dismayed. nor any shower of rain. Find I Rollanz the proud upon my way. The very stones were black upon that plain. In scarlat blood I pledge it shall be steeped. He for a jest would bear a heavier weight Than four yoked mules. Who keenly press. beneath their load that strain. Who looks on him. Franks shall be slain. I got in gift from the admiral of Primes. Sir King. See here the sword. at this word. to the sea. AOI. she can but smile for glee." LXXVII Running there came Margariz of Sibile." The pagan king has bowed his head down deep. Come there. and Rollanz. LXXIX . Till we can lie in th' burgh of Saint Denise.

Rank beyond rank could not be numbered. ensigns on spears fixed. His hair and skin should offer up at need. Also their shields." Answers the count Rollanz: "Olivier. They've left their mules behind." AOI. his companion. in three. What hauberks bright. we hear. their ensigns take the breeze." LXXXI Upon a peak is Oliver mounted. down from the peak hath sped . I believe. the Franks its echo hear. And they lace on good helms Sarragucese. what helmets these that gleam? They'll smite our Franks with fury past belief. Guenes. Sarrazins now in battle must we meet. their hauberks orfreyed. And white. Light bums again from all their polished gear. Looks to his right along the valley green. blue. That folded are. more proud to seem. Gird on their swords of tried steel Viennese. Their helmets gleam. cease. so many gathered. the greater part. A thousand horns they sound. Most bitter cold endure. Man for his lord should suffer great disease. He knew it. Now must we each lay on most hardily. Their chargers mount. So many there. Also their swords. and spears Valentinese.31 Ready they make hauberks Sarrazinese." Answers Rollanz :"God grant us then the fee! For our King's sake well must we quit us here. The pagan tribes approaching there appear. Pagans are wrong: Christians are right indeed. In his own heart he's sore astonished. That man is my good-father. with gold are jewelled. Great is the noise. and their palfreys. no measure could he set. So evil songs neer sung of us shall be. Who chose us out before the King our chief. And Sarrazins. and burning heat. He calls Rollanz. and canter knee by knee. Says Oliver: "Companion. LXXX Oliver mounts upon a lofty peak. the traitor and the thief. Kingdom of Spain he sees before him spread. Fair shines the sun. red. Evil example will never come of me. Fast as he could. to see: "What sound is this. hold thy peace. the day is bright and clear. Fine shields they have. come out of Spain.

" AOI." "Never. LXXXIV "Comrade Rollanz. LXXXII Says Oliver: "Pagans from there I saw. they'll turn again. Till bloodied o'er you shall behold the blade. I pledge you now. your horn I pray you sound! If Charles hear. I say." then answers him Rollanz. their bright brown spearheads shone. Battle we'll have as never was before. Gainst us their shields an hundred thousand bore. Comrade Rollanz. by God. AOI. the Franks. God keep you in valour! So hold your ground. I'll drown. For my misdeed shall kinsmen hear the blame. we be not overborne!" Then say the Franks "Shame take him that goes off: If we must die. LXXXIII Says Oliver: "Pagans in force abound." LXXXV "Comrade Rollanz." Answers Rollanz: "A fool I should be found.32 Comes to the Franks. With Durendal I'll lay on thick and stout. In blood the blade. Felon pagans are gathered to their shame. then perish one and all." Answers Rollanz: "Never. If Charles hear. That laced helms and shining hauberks wore. And. bolt upright. sound the olifant. to them his tale hath said. I pledge you now. While of us Franks but very few I count. Nor France the Douce fall into evil fame! Rather stout blows with Durendal I'll lay. where in the pass he stands. the host he'll turn again. In France the Douce would perish my renown. I pledge you now. by God. Lords of the Franks. I pray. Never on earth did any man see more. With my good sword that by my side doth sway. he'll turn his armies round. to death they're doomed to-day. to death they all are bound. . Will succour us our King and baronage. once sound your olifant! If Charles hear. Felon pagans to th' pass shall not come down. to its golden hilt.

Franks are good men. the Emperour's love to gain. Rollanz. this people strange. the mountains and the vales. Therefore strike on. Never. from us the assault. In sorrow there you'll see the whole rereward. We have of men a very little tale. Says Oliver: "Behold and see. we should not fear damage. On the olifant deign now to sound a blast. by thousand. and lofty their language. Who does this deed. Felon pagans come cantering in their wrath. And both of them shew marvellous courage." Answers Rollanz: "My anger is inflamed. LXXXVIII When Rollant sees that now must be combat. by hundred. Nay. More fierce he's found than lion or leopard. Covered with them. That for pagans I took my horn in hand! Never by me shall men reproach my clan." Answers Rollanz: "Utter not such outrage! Evil his heart that is in thought coward! We shall remain firm in our place installed. Once they are horsed. And blows lay on. wisdom Olivier hath. From us the blows shall come. Of Durendal bloodied you'll see the brand. please God His Angels and His Saints. A muster great they've made. Rather they'd die than from the battle pass. and all the farthest plains. When I am come into the battle grand.33 "Shall it be said by any living man. comrade. who left us Franks on guard. and Oliver commands: "Now say no more. . These are right near." AOI. nor thou. The Franks he calls." LXXXVII Pride hath Rollanz. my friends. Were the King here. That Emperour. The wastes I saw. like vassals brave they'll stand. once they have donned their arms." LXXXVI Says Oliver: "In this I see no blame. I have beheld the Sarrazins of Spain. Good are the counts. but Charles is very far. Spanish men from death have no warrant. does no more afterward. Only look up towards the Pass of Aspre. Never by me shall Frankish valour fail! Rather I'll die than shame shall me attain.

galloping. his good steed. He is well armed. XC The Franks arise. And the Archbishop has signed them with God's seal. sermon to them begins: "My lords barons. now clearly have you seen That Guenelun hath got us by deceit. So. blest martyrs shall you live. Thrones you shall win in the great Paradis. The count Rollant calls Oliver. Strike with thy lance. Battle you'll have. . At the sword's point he yet shall pay our meed. pride is in his bearing. you all are bound to it. For their penance. Pray for God's grace. His blood let drain. so brave. upon the ground are lit. good blows to strike he bids. and speaks "Comrade and friend. That Emperour vengeance for us must wreak. Of bitter cold and great heat bear the smart. He pricks his horse and mounts upon a hill." AOI.34 A thousand score stout men he set apart. Man for his lord should suffer with good heart." The Franks dismount. Charles left us here for this. Calling the Franks. confessing Him your sins! For your souls' health. King Marsilies hath bargained for us cheap. He is our King. though you die. and I with Durendal. not one will prove coward. much wealth is his to keep. And well he knows. well may we die for him: To Christendom good service offering. his spear in hand holding. That Archbishop God's Benediction gives. And next they mount upon their chargers keen. They're well absolved. For battle all apparelled as is meet. He goes. who has it afterward Noble vassal's he well may say it was. For with your eyes you see the Sarrazins. XCI To Spanish pass is Rollanz now going On Veillantif. With my good sword that was the King's reward. and all his flesh be scarred. and stand upon their feet. and from their sins made clean. Gold hath he ta'en. if I die. I'll absolution give So." LXXXIX From the other part is the Archbishop Turpin. By rule of knights they have put on their gear.

XCIII Marsile's nephew.-. His companion goes after. to give as you shall take. So canter on. Down to his hand flutters the golden fringe: Noble his limbs. the better speed to gain. by God! His steed he spurs. Pricking their spurs. First of them all canters before the host. And to the Franks sweetly. Was never won by any Frankish King. Noble and fair reward this day shall bring. Mad is the King who left you in this post. his name is Aelroth. Those with him there are never to be blamed. Pagans and Franks. gallops with great effort. They canter forth. go now your pace holding! Pagans are come great martyrdom seeking. AOI. Says of our Franks these ill words as he goes: "Felons of France. so here on us you close! Betrayed you has he that to guard you ought. Proudly he looks towards the Sarrazins.what other thing could they? -But Sarrazins are not at all afraid. He goes. following. firmly your ground maintain! Be minded well. And the right arm from Charles body torn. its point against the sky turning. Stout blows to strike. Who then had heard them all "Monjoie!" acclaim Of vassalage might well recall the tale." When Rollant hears." Upon this word the Franks cry out amain." Upon these words the hosts are come touching.35 He goes. himself humbling. The shield he breaks. Since from Carlun you'll never more have aid. his face clear and smiling. Forget the cry of Charles we never may. So shall the fame of France the Douce be lost. that count. XCII Speaks Oliver: "No more now will I say. to sound it do not deign. so brave. the hauberk's seam unsews. I pray you in God's Name. The men of France their warrant find in him. Your olifant. what rage he has. He has not heard. you'ld see them now engaged. . And courteously has said to them this thing: "My lords barons. They go to strike. no fault of his. A gonfalon all white thereon he's pinned. with what prowess you may! Lords and barons. to strike with all his force. God! with what proud parade.

And says to him. From Charles not one has any warranty. Aloud he shouts their cry the pagans use. All of the spine he severs with that blow." "Monjoie. who left us in this post. Nor left him yet. No treachery was ever in his thought. with reason proud enough: "From threatening. His ensign's fringe into the carcass thrusts. He's called aloud to the other Sarrazins: "Well may we join battle upon this field. The fame of France the Douce shall not be lost. On his spear's hilt he's flung it dead in dust. your mouth I've shut." he shouts. . And those are here. his name was Corsablix. His horse he pricks with both his golden spurs. ev'n as a baron doth. The shield he breaks and through the hauberk cuts. but these gluttons are wrong. and shatters up the bones. culvert. we should account them cheap. XCIV A duke there was. Looks on the ground. Proudly he did. And to the Franks is right contrarious: "Honour of France the Douce shall fall to us!" Hears Oliver. and of a strange country. culvert! A madman Charles is not. he shakes in the air that corse. 'twas the ensign of Carlun. they say. Between his eyes so broad was he in front A great half-foot you'ld measure there in full. And with his spear the soul from body throws So well he's pinned. Beneath the sky no more encrimed felun. Dathan's and Abirun's." AOI. His nephew dead he's seen with grief enough. Brother was he to King Marsiliun. sees glutton lying thus. AOI. Barbarian. the Franks! Ours are the foremost blows. And goes to strike. For of the Franks but very few are here. but rather spoke: "Avaunt. On his spear's hilt he's flung it from the horse: So in two halves Aeroth's neck he broke. the Franks! Right well we'll overcome. Strike on.36 Slices the heart. his name was Falfarun. He held their land. Strike on. he's very furious. XCV A king there was. For we are right. Comes through the press and wildly forth he runs.

" XCVIII Sansun the Duke goes strike that almacour. clean through the carcass. On his good spear he has the carcass caught. One half of it downward to earth flies off. No man he'ld hate so much the sky beneath. to God the glory be!" "Monjoie!" he cries. with golden flowers tooled. The hauberk all unfastens. Pins it so well he shakes it in its seat. To strike that king by virtue great goes he. And with one blow that pagan downward falls. The soul of him Satan away hath borne. Spurs of fine gold he pricks into his steed. Looks on the ground. the hauberk unmetals. XCVII And his comrade Gerers strikes the admiral. Your companions all on this spot we'll keep. the lungs and liver through. for all the camp to hear. Nor leaves him yet." Has heard him well that Archbishop Turpin. Dead on the field he's flung him from his hand. XCVI And Gerins strikes Malprimis of Brigal So his good shield is nothing worth at all. The shield he breaks. And his good spear drives into his vitals. in truth. was fashioned of crystal. Says the Archbishop: "A baron's stroke. The shield he breaks. None of our Franks hath any mind to flee. but rather speaks: "Culvert pagan. So well he's pinned him. AOI.37 This is the day when they their death shall meet. as well or ill may prove. Thrusts his great spear in through the carcass clean. Right to the flesh has through his hauberk torn. Shatters the boss. Says Oliver: "Now is our battle grand. breaks the shield. you lied now in your teeth. they say. I tell you news. that glutton lying sees. That good hauberk for him is nothing proof. the Franks! Fail none of you at need! Ours the first blow." XCIX . And flung him dead. Dead in the road he's flung it from his spear. death shall ye suffer here. Charles my lord our warrant is indeed. He's sliced the heart. Strike on.

ev'n as the horse goes past." AOI. The shield he breaks. So well he's thrust. Then says Rollant: "Great prowess in that thrust. And his good spear thrusts clean through the carcass. his body has respite. The hauberk too. has torn its folds apart. . its doubled mail undoes. The hauberk too. On his spear's hilt from saddle throws him dead. naught stays him in his flight. Between the arm-pits has pierced him through the breast. he strikes Estramariz. He says: "You have no warrant afterward. His good spear's point into the carcass runs. lets fall the reins as well. and swift he is and light. That other goes. Both fair and strong. goes Oliver to strike. and the count Margariz. After he says "So are you turned to hell. The shield he breaks. God's his warrant. the white with the scarlat. before its leathern band. Of their dozen peers ten have now been killed." CII And Berenger. And from the hilt he's thrown him dead in dust. CIII Margariz is a very gallant knight. And flings it dead. clean through the whole steel comes. The hauberk too. The shield he breaks and shatters on his neck. He spurs his horse. And breaks his shield. No more than two remain alive and quick. the hauberk tears and splits. Oliver stays upright. its golden boss above. The shaft breaks off. Along his ribs the pagan's spear doth glide." C And Engelers the Gascoin of Burdele Spurs on his horse. Slices it through. CI And Otes strikes a pagan Estorgant Upon the shield. Being Chernuble. He goes to strike Turgis of Turtelus. Thrusts his stout spear through's middle. and him flings Down dead among a thousand Sarrazins. he has its chinguard rent. by th'golden buckle bright. He goes to strike Escremiz of Valtrene.38 And Anseis has let his charger run.

CIV Common the fight is now and marvellous. . Through all that place their blood was flowing clear! In blood his arms were and his hauberk steeped. The count Rollanz no way himself secures. The hauberk white. Slices also the eyes and the features. Going to strike a pagan Malsarun. Right to the hilt. is gone to strike Chemuble. Out of the head both the two eyes have burst. Holds Durendal. Then has he slain Turgin and Esturgus. He flings him dead. No victory for gluttons such as you. Broken his spear. the call of Charles repeats. Slices the cap and shears the locks in two.39 His trumpet sounds. Strikes with his spear. false step you moved. the truncheon still he thrusts. whose mail was close of woof." CV The count Rollanz. his spear in flinders flew. his sabre good Spurs on his horse. And bloodied o'er. After he said "Culvert. long as the shaft endures. And Oliver goes on to strike with speed. Says the Archbishop: "Good baronage indeed!" "Monjoie" he cries. sev'n hundred else amongst. Pagans are slain. By fifteen blows it is clean broken through Then Durendal he bares. shoulders and neck. Right great damage he's done the Sarrazines You'd seen them. For all the Franks they strike and slay with heat. he cuts. Then sliced its spine. No blame that way deserve the dozen peers. AOI. Down to the groin cuts all his body through To the saddle. The helmet breaks. are on the shield. Upon the horse that sword a moment stood. CVI And Oliver has cantered through the crush. no join there any knew. with beaten gold 'twas tooled. he well can thrust and wield. Dead in the field among thick grass them threw. some swoon there in their seats. one on other. From Mahumet your help will not come soon. rallies his tribe to fight. And all the brains are fallen in the dust. Flowers and gold. where bright carbuncles grew. his steed. he canters through the field. dead in heaps.

And their two spears went through the carcass well. One on the shield. And him there slew Engelers of Burdel. I do not know. brother Olivier. I never heard it said Which of the two was nimbler as they went." CIX The battle grows more hard and harder yet. son of Borel." On every side "Monjoie" you'ld hear them roar. there's little strength in wood. Where Jupiter bore him by a magic spell. Franks and pagans. . In knightly wise the blade to him has shewed. Each other strike and each himself defends. The good saddle that was with old adorned. On Passe-Cerf was Gerers there. Esperveris was there. who before had been in hell. And the Archbishop.40 Then says Rollant: "Companion. Where is your sword. with marvellous onset. that Halteclere I knew? Golden its hilt. what do you? In such a fight. The enchanter. CVII Then Oliver has drawn his mighty sword As his comrade had bidden and implored. the broidered sark has torn. All of his head has down the middle shorn." Says Oliver: "I had not. together spurred and sped. AOI. The carcass sliced. Justin he strikes. I like well. he slew them Siglorel. He'll love us for such blows. Then Turpin says "To us he's forfeited. our Emperor." AOI. Says Rollant: "Now my brother I you call. Iron and steel should here their valour prove. if I drew. A fallow field amidst they've thrown him dead. And through the spine has sliced that pagan's horse. on hauberk the other fell. Such blows. that Iron Valley's lord. And go to strike a pagan Timozel. They've loosed their reins. CVIII That count Gerins sate on his horse Sorel. Time left to strike enough good blows and true. his friend." Answers Rollanz: "The culvert is bested. whereon a crystal grew. Dead in the field before his feet they fall.

Save the sky split. Right well they strike. Pagans are slain. CX Now marvellous and weighty the combat. at Aix. Evil service. foregoes the allotted span. The dozen peers are nothing short of that. The Franks have lost the foremost of their band. to gallows-tree condemned. To Sarraguce going. Left of five score are not two thousands now. Tempest there was. No man on earth has more nor better found. no light was in the land. A thousand blows come from the Archbishop's hand." They spake no truth. Were hanged. Charles the Great weeps therefor with regret. that day. in crowds. a thing they never did expect. No house stood there but straight its walls must crack: In full mid-day the darkness was so grand. What profits that? No succour shall they get.41 So many shafts bloodstained and shattered. And many said: "We in the Judgement stand. 'Twas the great day of mourning for Rollant. So many flags and ensigns tattered. Says the Archbishop: "Our men are very proud. in France. AOI. from death has no warrant. With rain and hail. of his kindred. Pagans are slain by hundred. right marvellous. CXI The Franks strike on. Beheld these things with terror every man. The end of time is presently at hand. where in the pass he stands. And verily the earth quaked in answer back From Saint Michael of Peril unto Sanz. So many Franks lose their young lustihead. Fell thunderbolts often on every hand. by thousand. Olivier and Rollant. Who'll see no more their mothers nor their friends. Guenes rendered them. Nor Charlemagne. In court. of wind and thunder black. From Besencun to the harbour of Guitsand. . their hearts are good and stout. that in the pass attend. a thousandfold. After he lost his members and his head. they did not understand. Torment arose. his own to sell. With one accord join battle all the Franks. so much could not be spanned. Will he or nill. Who flies not then. Nor hosts of France. And thirty more with him. They'll see no more their fathers nor their clans.

brother. . CXIII When the Franks see so many there. both long and keenly set." Upon these words grow bold again the Franks. you shall strike with Halteclere. CXII King Marsilies along a valley led The mighty host that he had gathered. go thinking nothing bad! For God I pray you fly not hence but stand. The dozen peers. Certain it is. Lest evil songs of our valour men chant! Far better t'were to perish in the van. Twenty columns that king had numbered. That felon Guenes hath sworn to achieve our death. to be their safe warrant. On every side covering all the land." AOI. But of one thing I give you good warrant: Blest Paradise to you now open stands. There is not one but he "Monjoie" demands. Sounded the charge seven thousand trumpets.42 In Chronicles of Franks is written down. King Marsilies and his great host draw round. No evil song shall e'er be sung or said. friend. And their eyes weep with grief and pain profound For kinsmen dear. by hearty friendship bound. AOI. By the Innocents your thrones you there shall have. our end is near at hand. AOI. their friends seek out. Often they call Olivier and Rollant. pagans. Shone too their shields and sarks embroidered. Battles with them so many brought to end. Never has man beheld such armies met. And. Battle we'll have. And the Archbishop speaks to them. Then said Rollanz: "Olivier. Right great vengeance our Emperour will get. Great was the noise through all that country went. Beyond this day shall no more live one man. With Durendal my sword I'll strike again. These swords in lands so many have we held. comrade. What vassalage he had. as he can: "My lords barons. With gleaminag gold their helms were jewelled." Then through the field they go. our Emperour. For his treason no longer is secret.

The pagan spear's point did his body wound. with blood its steel was red. . he said. And lord. He pinned him well. From the Emperour his crown he would remove. Held Halteclere. Gave him his sword and his carbuncle too." Aloud he's cried: "Strike on. By virtue great to strike that pagan went. He sate his horse. Of that city one half was his by use. the chevaliers!" AOI. Than whom we'd no more valiant chevalier. Then said Rollanz: "My comrade shews anger. by sea. which he called Barbamusche. "Grief. such a man to lose!" AOI. Warden he'd been to king Marsilion. a man was nothing proof. of Sarraguce. By Guenelun the count an oath he took." Answered that count: "God. the Sarrazin upset. CXV The count Rollanz called upon Oliver: "Sir companion. No good for those to go to war again. More dear by Charles for such blows are we held. of four hundred dromonds. let me him avenge!" Spurs of fine gold into his horse drove then. Terra Major. Brandished his blade. Pagans. and down the reins he threw. So in my sight he makes me prize him well. And kissed his mouth in amity and truth.43 CXIV A Sarrazin was there. and so this press set loose!" "God!" say the Franks. Next he has slain the duke Alphaien. And sliced away Escababi his head. The Adversaries of God his soul bare thence. strike on. CXVI From the other part a pagan Valdabron. Never so swift sparrow nor swallow flew. No sailor was but called his name upon. And has unhorsed some seven Arabs else. to shame he'ld put. From the hilt flung him dead beneath his foot. dead now is Engeler. After he said: "Good are they to confuse. Nor shield nor sark him any warrant proved. and all the steel sent through. Going to strike Engelier of Gascune. 'Twas Climborins. He spurred him well.

For on your side is arrogance and wrong. that was embossed with gold. Of his hauberk he's torn the folds and cut." AOI. 'Twas Malquiant. CXVIII Out of Affrike an Affrican was come. blame him for that or laud. Sanson. the sark. CXVII The count Rollanz. He's slain them both. And Anseis upon the shield he struck. an evil luck!" CXIX . Going to strike e'en that rich Duke. which he called Gramimond. He sate his horse. for well we'll overcome!" "God!" say the Franks. Fore all men's else it shone beneath the sun. The Partiarch had slain before the fonts. He's pricked him well. With beaten gold was all his armour done. The steel and stock has through his body thrust. that blow. He sate his horse. The pagans say: "'Twas hard on us. great grief he had therefor. with sharp spurs he had on. Violated the Temple of Salomon. His horse he spurs. The scarlat with the blue he sliced it up.44 Jerusalem he'd taken by treason." Answers Rollanz: "Nay. Gave him his sword. The good saddle. strike on. Dead is that count. Wields Durendal. that was embossed with gold. love you I can not. when Sansun dead he saw. Slices the head. Goes as he may to strike that baron bold Above the helm. Then say the Franks: "Baron. his hauberk has undone. He'd pledged his oath by county Guenelon. was worth fine gold and more. which he called Salt-Perdut. You may believe. gallops with great effort. "Grief for a brave baron!" AOI. Dead from the hilt out of his seat he's dropt: "Pagans. The ensign's folds have through his body gone. and all the corse. he's no more time to run. Never so swift was any beast could run. a thousand coins thereon. Never so swift flew in the air falcon. the son of king Malcud. And cuts deep through the backbone of his horse. His shield has split.

" He spurs his horse. yet knew him at a glance. Austore. Such grief he has. He'd never seen. on a high rock. And all his sark thereafter has he torn. And virtuous. Struck him the count. Upon the way there. that To the nose-plate he's all the helmet cracked. He would escape. Well has he heard what way the Franks complained. And Berenger. The ensign blue clean through his body's gone. with so great virtue. That held Valence and the Honour of the Rhone. his heart would split in twain: To the pagan says: "God send thee every shame! One hast thou slain that dearly thou'lt repay. and Guiun of Santone. great joy the pagans shew. Such shaven-crown has never else sung Mass Who with his limbs such prowess might compass. The scarlat shield from's neck he's broken off. By the proud face and those fine limbs he had. He's flung him dead. CXX From the other part was a pagan Grandones. To th'pagan said "God send thee all that's bad! One thou hast slain for whom my heart is sad. . that on with speed doth strain. and spurring on that horse He's gone to strike Gerin with all his force. By his regard. Until he flings him dead. Hauberk close-mailed. He's struck him then on his shield Toledan. He's loosed the reins. He sate his horse. Next a rich duke he's gone to strike. his sword with blood is stained. Then say the Franks: "Of ours how many fall. a vassal combatant.45 Swift through the field Turpin the Archbishop passed. and by his contenance. Son of Capuel. they both together came." CXXI The count Rollanz. Until he flings him dead on the green grass. Never so swift was any bird in course. CXXII Grandonie was both proof and valiant. nothing avail he can. Which should forfeit. Sliced through the nose and mouth and teeth he has. the king of Capadoce. and all the whole carcass. he has met Rollant." So his good horse forth at his bidding ran. His companion Gerer he's slain also. the which he called Marmore. He could not help but he grew faint thereat.

Black is that man as molten pitch that seethes. Through garments to the lively flesh beneath. "Alack!" Then say the Franks: "He strikes well. So is he dear to th' felon king Marsile. they'll make no more attack: The Spanish men in sorrow cry. our warrant. Within himself he says all quietly: "This Sarrazin great heretick meseems. Never has man beheld him sport for glee. and great folly. O king. Will they or nill. Seeing him there. Yet vassalage he's shown.46 Saddle of gold. So he bids sound his horns and his buccines. he. That Archbishop could never love him. Cankered with guile and every felony. By lively force chase them away the Franks. The pagans say: "No more we'll suffer. their good brown spears in hand. Marsile has seen. He's slain them both. Terra Major. CXXV Their martyrdom. On the green grass the clear blood runs in streams. Dragon he bears. And of his horse has deeply scarred the back. his men's. Mahummet's curse on thee! Beyond all men thy people are hardy!" There was not one but cried then: "Marsilie. Then canters forth with all his great army." CXXIII Marvellous is the battle in its speed. Abisme. thy succour now we need!" CXXIV Marvellous is the battle now and grand. the Son of Saint Mary. He fears not God. with plates of silver flanked. to which his tribe rally. . Better he loves murder and treachery Than to have all the gold of Galicie. The Franks there strike. Cutting through wrists and ribs and chines in-deed. Then had you seen such sorrowing of clans. to strike he's very keen. The Franks there strike with vigour and with heat. or piled there on their backs! The Sarrazins cannot such loss withstand. AOI. we. Canters before a Sarrazin. shattered and bleeding man! Biting the earth. Canter. So many a slain. from off the field draw back. More felon none was in that company.

Those that are dead. the tales declare. CXXVI That Archbishop begins the fight again. Only three-score. They all are slain. Esterminals and carbuncles that blaze. slaughter and suffering there." CXXVII The count Rollanz calls upon Oliver: "Sir companion. Little his ears. Neer did I love coward nor cowardice. . spares him not anyway. aloft his spine is raised. Gainst four assaults easily did they fare." AOI. whom God was pleased to spare. witness you'll freely bear. most bitter grief and care. So strikes that shield. his legs are smooth and straight. The Archbishop is a right good chevalier. He will not pause ere Abisme he assail. No beast is there. Four thousand fell. Well can he strike with lance and well with spear. The carcass he's sliced. rib from rib away. Then say the Franks: "He has great vassalage. Who handed it to the admiral Galafes. White is his tail and yellow is his mane. surely the Cross is safe.That was a king he had in Denmark slain. In charters and in briefs is written clear. Whereon are stones. A devil's gift it was. For Christians too. Short are his thighs. Hard are the blows. broad crupper he displays. can match him in a race." Answers that count: "Support to him we'll bear!" Upon that word the Franks again make yare. -That charger is swift and of noble race. After that blow. With the Archbishop.47 Rather I'ld die. That Archbishop spurs on by vassalage. None better is neath Heaven anywhere. So Turpin strikes. and tawny all his face. those Frankish chevaliers. is wonderfully arrayed. Sitting the horse which he took from Grossaille -. he's worth no penny wage. Who could had seen Rollanz and Oliver With their good swords to strike and to slaughter! And the Archbishop lays on there with his spear. So flings him down dead in an empty place. But then the fifth brought heavy griefs to bear. than not slay him clean. Long are his ribs. in Val Metase. Fine are his hooves. men well may hold them dear. and more. amethyst and topaze.

" AOI. we had not borne such damage. fair country. CXXXI . Doing it now." AOI. I pledge you now they will return. For France the Douce. shall never clasp you. I'll wind my horn. our battle. and speaks: "Sir and comrade. you were wrathful. brother. your clan. I swear. where in the pass he stands." Says Oliver: "That act were not a vassal's. so the King hears it. in God's Name. Nor should we blame those with him there. the Franks. Rather I'ld die than shame come of this feat. Of such barons long desolate she'll be." AOI. That you keeps." Says Oliver: "Great shame would come of that And a reproach on every one. may we weep. When I implored you. no raise from me you'll have: So wind your horn but not by courage rash. Seeing that both your arms with blood are splashed. Oliver." Says Oliver: "Now by my beard. you would not do this act. Were the King here. His companion Olivier calls. CXXVIII The count Rollant great loss of his men sees. That shall endure while each lives in the land. If Charles hear. hereafter If I may see my gentle sister Alde.48 Before these die. wherefore are you not here? How. his army. CXXX Then says Rollant: "Strong it is now. Ah! King and friend. She in her arms. can we achieve? And by what means our news to him repeat?" Says Oliver: "I know not how to seek. Charles. When I implored. comrade. they'll sell them very dear. AOI. Such good vassals you see lie here in heaps. CXXIX Then says Rollanz: "I'll wind this olifant." Answers that count: "Fine blows I've struck them back.

They'll bury each in some old minster-close. how they spoke. His horse he pricks with his fine spurs of gold. the horn to blow. No wolf nor swine nor dog shall gnaw our bones. Rollanz. With pity and with grief for us they'll mourn. do not each other scold! No help it were to us. and France in shame be steeped. none the less. and with great virtue sounds. Coming to them he takes up his reproach: "Sir Oliver. Sir Rollant. afar it rings and loud. it was your deed: Vassalage comes by sense. and not folly. Then said that King: "Battle they do. Prudence more worth is than stupidity. Will find us dead.49 Then says Rollanz: "Wherefore so wroth with me?" He answers him: "Comrade." Answers Rollant: "Sir. Thirty great leagues they hear its echoes mount. So Charles heard. They'll take us hence. -Here must you die. each descending from his horse. and limb from body torn. For God I pray. Here perishes our loyal company. The King will come. in any other mouth. and you. our counts!" And Guenelun answered. Before this night great severance and grief." AOI. had you trusted me. no good we've seen! Charles the great in vain your aid will seek -None such as he till God His Judgement speak. My lord were here now. both. CXXXII That Archbishop has heard them. with vengeance that he owes. . all for your trickery. on biers and litters borne. He grasps it well. very well you spoke. contrarious: "That were a lie. And fought and won this battle then had we. No more service to Carlun may we yield. Here are Franks dead. Taken or slain were the king Marsilie." AOI. Our Franks here. CXXXIII Rollant hath set the olifant to his mouth. These Spanish men never away shall go. But. In your prowess. it may be better so. High are those peaks. and all his comrades round." AOI.

You know full well the great pride of Rollant Marvel it is. He is betrayed. and dress themselves for war. and listen all the Franks. a band With vassalage had fought against Rollant. The Franks dismount. though blood his mouth doth stain. CXXXV The count Rollanz. wherefore hold we back? Terra Major is far away. About his brain the very temples cracked. not waiting your command. "hath a mighty strain!" Answers Duke Neimes: "A baron blows with pain! Battle is there. cry out your old refrain. Before his peers in foolish jest he brags. And burst are both the temples of his brain. with Durendal his brand. that horn he holds in hand." CXXVI That Emperour hath bid them sound their horns. Yet by such words you still appear infant. helmets and golden swords. sir. Loud is its voice. That noble band. that. Charles hath heard. Now are you old. He for a hare goes all day." Answers him Guenes "It is no battle. Then says the King: "I hear his horn." the King says. So what he'd done might not be seen of man. indeed I see it plain. Then washed their blood with water from the land. No race neath heav'n in field him dare attack. and spears of length and force Scarlat and blue and white their ensigns float. His olifant he sounds with grief and pain. And Neimes hears. And with great pain sounded his olifant: Out of his mouth the clear blood leaped and ran. Fine shields they have. listen the Franks again." AOI. . God stays so tolerant.50 CXXIV The Count Rollanz. go succour them amain! Enough you've heard how Rollant doth complain. So canter on! Nay. Rollant's. by one that still doth feign. He'ld never sound. Charles hath heard. Equip you. A He slew them first. our land. but he were in combat. Noples he took. where in the pass he stands. Put hauberks on. blossoming white and blanched. horn in hand. Thence issued forth the Sarrazins. "That horn. with sorrow and with pangs.

he canters on with rage. So like a bear enchained they held him safe. The King has bid them seize that county Guene. flowered in bright array. AOI. Hauberks and helms throw off a dazzling flame. But what avail? No good there is in that. . On a pack-mule they set him in his shame: Kept him till Charles should call for him again. The valleys deep. his felony is plain. and a hundred others takes From the kitchen. There is not one but weeps and waxes sad And all pray God that He will guard Rollant Till in the field together they may stand. too long have they held back. the rivers swiftly ran. CXXXVIII High were the peaks and shadowy and grand. AOI. That Emperour. That Emperour canters with fury mad. They spur with haste as through the pass they go." But what avail? They've stayed too long below. There is not one can bitter tears restrain. Also their spears. And on his neck they clasped an iron chain. both good and evil knaves. Then Guenes beard and both his cheeks they shaved." He holds him. And blazoned shields. Besgun by name: "Guard me him well. They're not in time. may we see Rollant.51 His charger mounts each baron of the host. There by his side they'll strike as well they can. CCXXXVII That even-tide is light as was the day. And all the Franks with wonder and dismay. so Ranged by his side we'll give some goodly blows. And all the Franks dismay and wonder have. with golden ensigns gay. Who in my house vile treachery has made. Till all again answered that olifant. They trounced him well with cudgels and with staves. ere he die. Nor was there one but thus to 's neighbour spoke: "Now. Their armour shines beneath the sun's clear ray. And for Rollant they're very sore afraid. And charged with him the scullions of his train. And four blows each with their closed fists they gave. The master-cook he's called. Trumpets they blew in rear and in the van.

he sees so many lie. Dead men of France." Answers Rollant: "Strike on. o very precious clime. day. Whereas he fights the Sarrazins of Spain. CXL Rollant regards the barren mountain-sides. In battle should be strong and proud and sprightly.52 CXXXIX In his great rage on canters Charlemagne. And beareth arms. for sorrow shall I die. no quarter give them!" . brother. With twenty-four of all they rated highest. he'ld pray for us poor sinners. By you Carlon hath conquered kingdoms wide. back to the field then hieing Holds Durendal. by your side.God! Sixty men are all now in his train! Never a king had better Capitains. Where. in haste they spur and strain. and like a vassal striking Faldrun of Pui has through the middle sliced. Says the Archbishop: "You deal now very wisely! Such valour should he shew that is bred knightly. Barons of France. frightened. AOI. no warrant could I find. for me I've seen you die. for vengeance shewed such liking. and so long a time. by day. and a good charger rideth. Before Rollanz the pagans scatter. That Emperour reared you for evil plight! Douce land of France. Laid desolate by such a sour exile! Barons of France. God be your aid. Or otherwise he is not worth a shilling. will not one soul remain. Was never man. may God to you be kind! And all your souls redeem for Paradise! And let you there mid holy flowers lie! Better vassals than you saw never I. And weeps for them as fits a gentle knight: "Lords and barons. Save I be slain. Sir companion. Even as a stag before the hounds goes flying. Ever you've served me. let us again go strike!" CXLI The count Rollanz. If he be struck. -. There is not one that can his wrath contain That they are not with Rollant the Captain. Should be a monk in one of those old minsters. Over his sark his beard is flowing plain. And no support. Who never yet hath lied! I must not fail now.

. To th'pagan says: "Confound thee our Lord God! So wrongfully you've slain my companions. avenge us on Carlon! Into this land he's sent us such felons That will not leave the fight before they drop. they're fled. The count Rollanz. Mahom! God of our race. And Ethiope. He's left behind his uncle. And his right hand the count clean slices off. Felon he's named that sells his body cheap! Strike on. He spurs it well. That was the lord of Beaune and of Dijon.53 Upon these words Franks are again beginning. being not far him from. the alcaliph Who holds Alferne. Contest each inch your life and death between. Kartagene. The blackamoors from there are in his keep. CXLII The man who knows. That neer by us Douce France in shame be steeped. A blow you'll take. as a brave baron. Sitting his horse. Next he hath slain Yvoerie and Ivon. they'll never more come on. Not long to live. Pagans cry out "Assist us now." Says each to each: "Nay let us fly!" Upon That word. Then they cry out the pagans' rallying-cheer." He goes to strike him. have we. with burnished swords and keen. Call them who may. Fifty thousand and more in company. the which he calls Gaignon. That was the son of king Marsilion. Then takes the head of Jursaleu the blond. CXLIII But what avail? Though fled be Marsilies. his hauberk has undone. for him there's no prison. an hundred thousand gone. Also with them Gerard of Russillon. Wherefore the Franks are fiercer than lions. These canter forth with arrogance and heat. going to strike Bevon. the Christians. So flings him dead. Garmalie. without condition. ere we apart be gone. His shield he breaks. I know it well. AOI. And of my sword the name I'll bid you con. my lords. Very great loss they suffer then. Broad in the nose they are and flat in the ear. And Rollant says: "Martyrdom we'll receive. Marsile you'd seen go as a brave baron. In such a fight with keen defence lays on. a cursed land indeed.

when the pagans know. Strikes the alcaliph on his helm's golden mount. I've well avenged all ours on you alone. For one of ours he'll find them dead fifteen. the Franks! For so I recommend. He will not fail. So brandishes his blade and flings him down. Struck Oliver. And pricked it well with both his spurs of gold." After. CXLV Franks are but few. His hauberk white into his body broke." Says Oliver: "Who holds back. Flowers and stones fall clattering to the ground. is condemned!" Upon those words. the Franks to strike again. Among themselves comfort and pride they shew." AOI. Says each to each: "Wrong was that Emperor. for aid. to th'small teeth in his mouth. One pennyworth from me thou'st taken out. Charles the great should not have left you so. Clean through his breast the thrusting spear he drove. After he says: "Pagan. but bless us all in peace. Strike on. behind." Their alcaliph upon a sorrel rode. which. Holds Halteclere. Thou'lt never boast. whose steel is rough and brown. Who are more black than ink is on the pen With no part white. CXLIV When Rollant sees those misbegotten men. small thanks to him we owe. Such discipline of Sarrazins he'll see. Nor to thy wife. He's done us wrong. accurst be thou! Thou'lt never say that Charles forsakes me now. After he said: "You've borne a mighty blow." CXLVI Oliver feels that he to die is bound. nor any dame thou'st found. only their teeth except. Then says that count: "I know now very well That here to die we're bound. in lands where thou wast crowned. on the back-bone. Nor damage wrought on me nor any around. "Rollant!" he cries aloud. CXLVII .54 When Charles my lord shall come into this field. Slices his head. AOI. as I can tell.

I see you not: may the Lord God you keep! I struck you now: and for your pardon plead. far or near. While the clear blood. Charles ensign he'll not forget it quite. Remember well a vassal brave he might. Which was all wan and colourless and pale. Ah! France the Douce. confounded and disgraced! Our Emperour shall suffer damage great. With bitter grief we must us now divide. Dismembers them: whoso had seen that sigh. Dead in the field one on another piled." Says Oliver: "Now can I hear you speak. At such a blow Rollant regards him keen. henceforth art thou made waste Of vassals brave. gallant for such ill fate! Neer shall man be. . my comrade. CXLVIII Then Rollant looked upon Olivier's face. their buckled shields doth slice." Answers Rollanz: "I am not hurt. Upon the ground gushed forth and ran away. against thee could prevail. in gentle tones and sweet: "To do this thing. come hither to my side. he's touched not brow nor cheek. To call Rollanz. who unto death doth bleed. To recognise whatever man he sees." AOI. Their feet. did you mean? This is Rollanz. indeed. "God!" said that count. their fists. So much he's bled." And with these words upon his horse he faints. CXLIX You'd seen Rollant aswoon there in his seat. Nor clear enough his vision. But not his head. To avenge himself he hath no longer time. Above the helm jewelled with gold he beats. out of his body sprayed. His companion. And Oliver. And asks of him. his friend and peer. Slicing it down from there to the nose-piece. his eyes are dim and weak. their shoulders and their sides. Through the great press most gallantly he strikes. he tries: "My companion.55 Oliver feels that death is drawing nigh. AOI. who ever held you dear. "What shall I do or say? My companion. Aloud and clear "Monjoie" again he cries. when each the other meets. And no mistrust was ever us between. He breaks their spears.

Recovering and turning from that swoon. along the vales he flew. his helmet nods and bows. whichever way he lean. And nephew was to hoary old Drouin. Now thou art dead. CLII Soon as Rollant his senses won and knew. Then his heart fails. Prays God himself in Paradise to allow. heavenwards holds them out. My vassalage thou ever thoughtest good. CLI So Rollant's friend is dead whom when he sees Face to the ground. may stay no more. Proclaims his sins both firmly and aloud. Bitter great loss appeared there in his view: Dead are the Franks. Dead are his men. Will he or nill. Upon the earth he lays his whole length out: And he is dead. No harmful thing twixt thee and me has been. he kneels upon the ground. and biting it with's teeth. who conquered Maelgut. each to the other leans. Rollanz the brave mourns him with grief profound. And in such love you had their parting seen. Rollanz. brave soldier. before God's Throne and here.56 I pardon you. and all my life a grief. Begins to mourn in language very sweet: "Unlucky. which he calls Veillantif. and on Douce France he vows. Clasps his two hands. and save Gualter del Hum. Nowhere on earth so sad a man you'd found. Stirrups of gold support him underneath. he hears not any sound. for those the pagans slew." And with these words again he swoons. And his comrade. friend. to bring him succour soon: "Ah! Gentle count. to whom he's bound. where are you? For By thy side no fear I ever knew. Dismounting then. And in his head his two eyes swimming round. Nothing he sees. He cannot fall. he'd all of them to lose. who Gainst Spanish men made there a great ado. that count. that chief. And called Rollant. Upon his horse. Save the Archbishop. your courage was indeed! Together we have spent such days and years. ." Upon these words. He is come down out of the mountains. CL Oliver feels death's anguish on him now. Blessings on Charles. Gualter it is.

and on towards him drew. barbs. pagans they strike again. Looks for Rollant. the Archbishop other five. Come on afoot a thousand Sarrazens. From his hauberk the woven mail they tear. .57 Broken my spear. and then towards him runs. and split my shield in two. Yet full price for life I took. And on horseback some forty thousand men. Nimble and bold upon his feet he jumps. Has spurred his horse. take care they go not hence alive! Felon he's named that does not break their line. CLV Turpin of Reims hath felt himself undone. he's wounded in the head. To slay a score of Spaniards he contrives. when that Archbishop fell." Rollant has heard these words and understood. But well I know. From every part they come to break the line. Great grief it was. Lances and spears they poise to hurl at them. Beneath him too his charger's fallen dead. Gualter del Hum's a right good chevalier. these. darts and javelins in the air. With the first flight they've slain our Gualtier. Arrows. Through the great press he goes again to strike. Through the great press. This body of mine eight lances have gone through. The pagans say: "Men. CLIII Grief gives Rollanz intolerance and pride. of felon kind! Lordings. None of them falls behind the other pair. Recreant. And cracked his helm. Gualter has six. Since that four spears have through his body come. AOI. Turpin of Reims has all his shield broken. Gone is the mail that on my hauberk grew. AOI. who lets them any safety find!" And so once more begin the hue and cry. I'm dying. to approach they never dare. CLI Count Rollant is a noble and brave soldier. That Archbishop hath shewn good prowess there. In his body four spear-wounds doth he bear. AOI.

That Emperour stood still and listened then: "My lords. Through the great press a thousand blows he's struck: As Charles said. Gainst these the count had well enough in hand. and feebly sounds again. whose steel was brown and rough." AOI. CLVI The count Rollanz has nobly fought and well. All Spain we'll lose. Nothing he's heard that does not know this much. AOI. The best of them that might be in their ranks Make on Rollanz a grim and fierce attack. And wars renewed. quarter he gave to none.58 Saying this word: "I am not overcome. The pagans hear." said he. as many as ye bear!" Sixty thousand so loud together blare. If Charles come. While life remains. unless we slay Rollant. the trumpets of the Franks. our own clear father-land. His temples burst when he the horn sounded. But he would know if Charles will come to them. great loss we then shall stand. with scarcely any breath. Who charters wrote for th' Minster at Loum. Nimbly canter." Four hundred men of them in helmets stand. Says each to each: "Carlum doth us bestead. he that was there says thus. Also there were from whom the heads he'd cut: So tells the tale. whoever would be there! Your trumpets sound. whom God made marvellous. four hundred else among. CLVII The pagans say: "That Emperour's at hand. when their approach he sees Is grown so bold and manifest and fierce . Wounded the most. and trouble in his head. my nephew shall be dead: I hear his horn. He found him there. speared through the middle some. Great pain he has. We hear their sound. The brave Saint Giles. But he is hot. The mountains ring. they think it not a jest. CLVIII The count Rollanz. Takes the olifant. "Right evilly we fare! This day Rollanz." He's drawn Almace. and all his body sweats. the valleys answer them. no good vassal gives up.

Nor chevalier that was not good vassal. he has not given chase. Lances and spears and feathered javelots. "Monjoie " they cry. Beneath the count he's fallen dead. The count Rollanz. their line to meet. The woven mail have from his hauberk torn. That Archbishop. "Now. full vengeance he'll exact. Nor arrogant. Together we'll endure things good and bad. I'll leave you not. Pricking him well with golden spurs beneath. Charles his great host once more upon us draws. Veillantif is in thirty places gored. he calls apart: "Sir. friend. Home into Spain with speed they make their way. The count Rollant stands on his feet once more." CLIX The count Rollanz has never loved cowards. "These Frankish men. then leave him on the spot!" And aim they did: with arrows long and short. enangered and enraged. begone!" say pagans. Count Rollant's shield they've broken through and bored. and great is their uproar. that horse. Pagans are fled. their horns we plainly hear Charle is at hand. they've never touched his corse." CLX The pagans say: "Unlucky were we born! An evil day for us did this day dawn! For we have lost our peers and all our lords. Let's aim at him. CLXI Pagans are fled. AOI.59 So long as he's alive he will not yield. and I my charger have. and leave him on the spot. The better blows are those from Durendal. which men call Veillantif. here will I take my stand. that King in Majesty. But not himself. Of Frankish men we plainly hear the horns. And by his side is the Archbishop Turpin. nor men of evil heart." Says the Archbishop: "Shame on him that holds back! Charle is at hand. for no incarnate man: We'll give again these pagans their attack. Through the great press he goes. each to each. you're afoot. For love of you. The count Rollant is of such pride and force He'll never yield to man of woman born. Turpins. . He sits his horse.

we cannot let them stay. By one and one he's taken those barons. he is gone. was round his waist. they have slain. Searching the vales and mountains. and return again. Are now all dead. I will go seek and bring them to this place. Also he finds Berenger and Otton. Most sweetly then to him has Rollant prayed: "Ah! Gentle sir." CLXIII So Rollant turns. To the Archbishop." Said the Archbishop: "Go. before your face. his charger. goes through the field in quest. your lot! But all your souls He'll lay. Will he or nill. through buckled shields to bear. On his great wounds the pieces of it placed. This field is yours and mine now. of Rossillon. There too he finds Anseis and Sanson. His companion Olivier finds at length. On the green grass he has him softly laid. on foot he must remain. I He's from his head the golden helm unlaced. Arrange them here in ranks. And the Archbishop has them absolved and blest: Whereon his grief and pity grow afresh. Taken from him his white hauberk away. I shall not see him. Then says Rollanz: "Fair comrade Olivier. That Archbishop. . through the field. Upon a shield he's laid him. He has embraced him close against his breast. and prudent counsel share. all alone. our Glorious God. Gerers his companion. In Paradise. You were the son of the good count Reinier. And cut the gown in strips. And from hauberks the mail to break and tear. give me your leave. Who held the march by th' Vale of Runier. He lifts his hand. he cannot help but sob. gives benediction. Lords. Turpins. After he's said: "Unlucky.60 For Veillantif. he goes with aid. our rich Emperor. And finds Gerard the old. Our companions. To the Archbishop returns as he can best. I say. Before his knees arranges every one. He finds Gerin. whom we so dear appraised. To shatter spears. Proof men to lead. Then to his heart has caught him and embraced. To the Archbishop with each of them he comes. by the rest. God be praised!" CLXII So Rollanz turns. His holy flowers upon! For my own death such anguish now I've got.

Said the Archbishop: "Unlucky lord. to Heaven holds them forth. looks to the hills above. Climbs to his feet. Out of his face the colour disappeared. Looks down the vale. Never before such bitter grief he'd had. Joins his two hands. CLXVII The count Rollant sees the Archbishop lie dead. and no strength has. He would go there. No land has known a better chevalier. Crossways he folds those hands so white and fair. . In battles great and very rare sermons Against pagans ever a champion. he held so very dear. Sees the bowels out of his body shed. that noble old baron. his pains are very sore. So feeble he is. His heart grows faint.61 Gluttons in field to frighten and conquer. for so much grief. and began to shed a tear. fetch water for Rollant. when dead he saw his peers." CLXIV The count Rollanz. God grant him now His Benediction! AOI. Went step by step. no further fare he can. Dead is Turpin. indeed!" CLXV When the Archbishop beheld him swoon. No longer could he stand. Stretching his hand. whom in His name wrought God. Grew tender. And Paradise prays God to him to accord. Between his two arm-pits. Rollant. and looks above. he took that olifant. There he proclaims his sins. he swooned upon the field. 'Tis the Archbishop. beyond his companions. upon his breast. On the green grass. he falls down forwards and Death comes to him with very cruel pangs. Through Rencesvals a little river ran. For too much blood he's lost. the warrior of Charlon. to stumble soon began. He sees him lie. Ere he has crossed an acre of the land. Will he or nill. CLXVI The count Rollanz wakes from his swoon once more. And Oliver. And sees the brains that surge from his forehead.

Four terraces of polished marble shine. He prays to God that He will call the peers. "Charles nephew. "here conquered lies. full well I know.62 Then mourns aloud. strong and of a courage high. Struck him on th' helm. t' himself appear. Further than might a cross-bow's arrow speed Goes towards Spain into a fallow-field. To hold the laws and draw the hearts of men. the trees are very high. And Durendal in the other hand he wields. Neer shall man be. Since the Apostles was never such prophet. Blood hath his face and all his body dyed. Finding the gates of Paradise open!" CLXVIII Then Rollanz feels that death to him draws near. CLXX So Rollant felt his sword was taken forth. thou wert too bold. Bids Gabriel. he sees. and this word to him spoke "Thou'rt never one of ours. He's seized Rollant." As he drew it. where. gentle sir. the angel. of my sword seizing hold! . On the green grass count Rollant swoons thereby. To the Glorious Celestial I commend. Dead at his feet he has the pagan thrown: After he's said: "Culvert. Or right or wrong. his skull and all his bones. For all his brain is issued from his ears. and the arms. Takes the olifant. CLXIX High are the peaks." he's said. were at his side. running towards him hies." Took the olifant. Opened his eyes. that he would not let go. Who feigning death among the others hides. for death is very near. Out of his head both the two eyes he drove. as was the custom there: "Thee. something the count descried. To Araby I'll bear this sword as prize. And broke its steel. He swoons again. that jewelled was with gold. and lies upon the green. Four terraces. He gets afoot. There he falls down. Fair was he. that no reproach shall hear. of marble wrought. Climbs on a cliff. Now may your soul no pain nor sorrow ken. that will Him serve so well. chevalier nobly bred. A mortal hate he's kindled in his pride. A Sarrazin him all the time espies. under two fair trees.

Won I with thee so many countries strange That Charles holds. spent is my pride! We in the field have won so many fights. I won for him with thee Anjou. Wales. never let France be shamed!" CLXXIII . than it mid pagans stay. In Saisonie all is as he ordains. Girt thee on me that noble King and great. Combating through so many regions wide That Charles holds. where he his chamber makes. Bretaigne. Rather I'ld die. Never shall France the Free behold his like. whose beard is white with age! For this sword's sake sorrow upon me weighs. but does not break outright. the Maine. all Flanders in the plain." CLXXII Rollant hath struck the sardonyx terrace. that homage to him pays. In all his face the colour is grown white. So when he sees he never can it break. And Normandy the free for him I gained. The steel cries out. Ireland. to whom the tale is told. Lord God Father. Whereon ten blows with grief and rage he strikes. Also Burguigne and all the whole Puillane. unlucky is your plight! I've need of you no more. Also with thee Provence and Equitaigne.63 They'll dub thee fool. Costentinnople. England also. When from heaven God by His angel bade Him give thee to a count and capitain. clear of stain! Beneath the sun reflecting back his rays! In Moriane was Charles. in the vale. Fallen from it the crystal and the gold. my olifant I broke. whose beard is hoary white! Be you not his that turns from any in flight! A good vassal has held you this long time. The steel cries out. With thee I won him Scotland. uses what strength he might. Climbs to his feet. Within himself begins he to complain: "Ah! Durendal. And Lumbardie and all the whole Romaigne. be my guide Good Durendal. But my great one. And won for him with thee Peitou. white art thou." CLXXI Then Rollanz feels that he has lost his sight. And the count says: "Saint Mary. but broken is no ways. In front of him a great brown boulder lies. I won Baivere.

fair indeed! Relics enough thy golden hilt conceals: Saint Peter's Tooth. Within himself he makes a plaint most sweet. when life is ended here!" Holds out his glove towards God. AOI. in truth. gentle count. the Blood of Saint Basile." CLXXIV But Rollant felt that death had made a way Down from his head till on his heart it lay. Some of the Hairs of my Lord. yet breaks not in the least. he begins . The sword cries out. Saint Denise. was worn by Saint Mary. And for his sins his glove to God upraised. "Ah! Durendal. by Thy Virtues clean Me from my sins. His olifant and sword beneath him placed. the mortal and the mean.. as he speaks Angels descend from heaven on that scene. most holy.64 Rollant his stroke on a dark stone repeats. who hath the great white beard. Nor any man's that worketh cowardice! Many broad lands with you have I retrieved Which Charles holds. And with one hand upon his breast he beats: "Mea Culpa! God. AOI. beneath a pine he sits. Now this he did. CLXXVI The count Rollanz. -'Ah. Turning his head towards the pagan race. CLXXV But Rollant feels he's no more time to seek. Back from the blow into the air it leaps. Destroy it can he not. conquering he was slain!' -He owned his faults often and every way. that Charles might say (As he desired) and all the Franks his race. Turning his eyes towards Spain. he lies on a sharp peak. which when he sees. On the green grass he lay there on his face. Wherefore that King so proud and rich is he. And more of it breaks off than I can speak. Some of the Robe. For Christian men your use shall ever be. Which from the hour that I was born have been Until this day. Looking to Spain. It is not right that pagans should thee seize. Beneath a pine running in haste he came.

A thousand score. But his own self. That Emperour to Rencesvals doth fare. And Daniel save from the lions' pit. since none can answer bear? "God!" says the King. Duke Neimes for them was moved with pity rare. and God's forgiveness bids: "Very Father. his beard the King doth tear. oh. My soul in me preserve from all perils And from the sins I did in life commit!" His right-hand glove. Upon the ground a many of them swoon. and the count Berengiers And Ivorie. he's not forgotten him. their nephews. so dear they were? What is become of Gascon Engelier. and trusty friends and true. and Ive. in Whom no falsehood is. the heroes of his kin. . And by their side Saint Gabriel alit. CLXXVII Rollant is dead.65 Remembering so many divers things: So many lands where he went conquering. They mourn their sons. his lord who nourished him. And Saint Michael. where The dozen peers I left behind me here?" But what avail. Sansun the Duke and Anseis the fierce? Where's old Gerard of Russillun. He owns his faults. Weep from their eyes barons and chevaliers. I was not here the first assault to share!" Seeming enraged. Nor can he help but weep and sigh at this. There was no path nor passage anywhere Nor of waste ground no ell nor foot to spare Without a Frank or pagan lying there. CLXXVIII No chevalier nor baron is there. So the count's soul they bare to Paradis. "Now well may I despair. Charles cries aloud: "Where are you. to God he offers it Saint Gabriel from's hand hath taken it. we worship in peril. nephew fair? Where's the Archbishop and that count Oliviers? Where is Gerins and his comrade Gerers? Otes the Duke. Saint Lazaron from death Thou didst remit. And their liege lords. his soul to heav'n God bare. they swoon upon the earth. Over his arm his head bows down and slips. And France the Douce. He joins his hands: and so is life finish'd. who Pitifully weeps not for grief and dule. their brothers. God sent him down His angel cherubin. And Charlemagne.

CLXXIX That Emperour bids trumpets sound again." The King commands Gebuin and Otun. The flower of France. And as they went with killing blows attacked: Barred their highways and every path they had. Thou canst be avenged upon that crimeful race. AOI. Let the dead lie. to God the Lord doth pray That the sun's course He will for him delay. whose backs are turned their way." Upon that word mounts the Emperour again. too. nor any groom. So pagans fled. as God knows well. . Franks one and all continue in their chase. Pagans are there. Towards Sarraguce by force they chased them back. nor any brute. canter on! Light needst not thou await. Of Spanish men.66 Thereon Duke Neimes doth act with wisdom proof. Tedbalt of Reims. When the King sees the light at even fade. CLXXX For Charlemagne a great marvel God planned: Making the sun still in his course to stand. unmoved. these hills and valleys too. God!" says Charles. For I forbid that any come thereto. He kneels aground. AOI. my honour still renew! They've torn from me the flower of France the Douce. On the green grass dismounting as he may. close in hand." These answer him sweetly. Canter therefore! Vengeance upon them do!" "Ah. and many them. First before all he's said to the Emperour: "See beforehand. dear Sire. Put off the night. Let not approach esquire." A thousand knights they keep in retinue. "so far are they re-moved! Do right by me. From the highways dust rising in our view. all as they are. also the count Milun: "Guard me this field. so will we do. with him should reason make. Nimbly enough appeared to him and spake: "Charles. Until God will that we return anew. An angel then. their love to prove: "Right Emperour. Then canters forth with his great host so brave. and chased them well the Franks Through the Valley of Shadows. a league from us or two. is slain. Let not approach lion. and still prolong the day.

The Franks dismount in those deserted tracts. (Whereby great spoils his chevaliers collect) That gentle King upon his feet descends." Answer the Franks: "Sire. Who is most tired sleeps on the ground stretched flat. Bridles of gold from off their heads unstrap. Downstream the rest floated as they might hap. Kneels on the ground. there never was its peer. Tervagant. so brave." cry Franks. Whereon each day thirty fresh hues appear. but there no warrant had. the sun is set. He's donned his white hauberk. And through these meads let them refreshment get. marvellous current ran. with broidery. the greater part drowned. take bridles from their heads. When he once more rise. That all were drowned. possessed its point of steel! . he's placed his mighty spear. his thanks to God presents. The armed men more weighty were for that. with marvellous keen pangs. Some of them slain. Our horses are worn out and foundered: Unsaddle them. Upon this night no sentinels keep watch. To Rencesvals too late to go again. and well may speak Whereby Our Lord was wounded on the Tree: Charles. So much water the luckiest of them drank. By's head. A god of theirs invoked they. CLXXXIII That Emperour is lying in a mead. save that. Says the Emperour "Time is to pitch our tents. All of us know that lance. CLXXXII That Emperour hath chosen his bivouac. Let them go free. 'Twas very deep. "ye saw Rollant!" CLXXXI When Charles sees that pagans all are dead. Many of them down to the bottom sank. Their saddles take from off their horses' backs. jewelled with golden beads. there is enough fresh grass -No service can they render them. Girt on Joiuse. by God's grace.67 The River Sebre before them reared its bank. Has laced his helm. On such a night unarmed he will not be. No barge thereon nor dromond nor caland. And then leaped in. you have spoken well. "An evil day." AOI.

68 His golden hilt he enshrined it underneath. By that honour and by that sanctity The name Joiuse was for that sword decreed. Barons of France may not forgetful be Whence comes the ensign "Monjoie," they cry at need; Wherefore no race against them can succeed. CLXXXIV Clear was the night, the moon shone radiant. Charles laid him down, but sorrow for Rollant And Oliver, most heavy on him he had, For's dozen peers, for all the Frankish band He had left dead in bloody Rencesvals; He could not help, but wept and waxed mad, And prayed to God to be their souls' Warrant. Weary that King, or grief he's very sad; He falls on sleep, he can no more withstand. Through all those meads they slumber then, the Franks; Is not a horse can any longer stand, Who would eat grass, he takes it lying flat. He has learned much, can understand their pangs. CLXXXV Charles, like a man worn out with labour, slept. Saint Gabriel the Lord to him hath sent, Whom as a guard o'er the Emperour he set; Stood all night long that angel by his head. In a vision announced he to him then A battle, should be fought against him yet, Significance of griefs demonstrated. Charles looked up towards the sky, and there Thunders and winds and blowing gales beheld, And hurricanes and marvellous tempests; Lightnings and flames he saw in readiness, That speedily on all his people fell; Apple and ash, their spear-shafts all burned, Also their shields, e'en the golden bosses, Crumbled the shafts of their trenchant lances, Crushed their hauberks and all their steel helmets. His chevaliers he saw in great distress. Bears and leopards would feed upon them next; Adversaries, dragons, wyverns, serpents, Griffins were there, thirty thousand, no less, Nor was there one but on some Frank it set. And the Franks cried: "Ah! Charlemagne, give help!" Wherefore the King much grief and pity felt, He'ld go to them but was in duress kept: Out of a wood came a great lion then, 'Twas very proud and fierce and terrible; His body dear sought out, and on him leapt,

69 Each in his arms, wrestling, the other held; But he knew not which conquered, nor which fell. That Emperour woke not at all, but slept. CLXXXVI And, after that, another vision came: Himseemed in France, at Aix, on a terrace, And that he held a bruin by two chains; Out of Ardenne saw thirty bears that came, And each of them words, as a man might, spake Said to him: "Sire, give him to us again! It is not right that he with you remain, He's of our kin, and we must lend him aid." A harrier fair ran out of his palace, Among them all the greatest bear assailed On the green grass, beyond his friends some way. There saw the King marvellous give and take; But he knew not which fell, nor which o'ercame. The angel of God so much to him made plain. Charles slept on till the clear dawn of day. CLXXXVII King Marsilies, fleeing to Sarraguce, Dismounted there beneath an olive cool; His sword and sark and helm aside he put, On the green grass lay down in shame and gloom; For his right hand he'd lost, 'twas clean cut through; Such blood he'd shed, in anguish keen he swooned. Before his face his lady Bramimunde Bewailed and cried, with very bitter rue; Twenty thousand and more around him stood, All of them cursed Carlun and France the Douce. Then Apollin in's grotto they surround, And threaten him, and ugly words pronounce: "Such shame on us, vile god!, why bringest thou? This is our king; wherefore dost him confound? Who served thee oft, ill recompense hath found." Then they take off his sceptre and his crown, With their hands hang him from a column down, Among their feet trample him on the ground, With great cudgels they batter him and trounce. From Tervagant his carbuncle they impound, And Mahumet into a ditch fling out, Where swine and dogs defile him and devour. CLXXXVIII Out of his swoon awakens Marsilies, And has him borne his vaulted roof beneath; Many colours were painted there to see,

70 And Bramimunde laments for him, the queen, Tearing her hair; caitiff herself she clepes; Also these words cries very loud and clear: "Ah! Sarraguce, henceforth forlorn thou'lt be Of the fair king that had thee in his keep! All those our gods have wrought great felony, Who in battle this morning failed at need. That admiral will shew his cowardice, Unless he fight against that race hardy, Who are so fierce, for life they take no heed. That Emperour, with his blossoming beard, Hath vassalage, and very high folly; Battle to fight, he will not ever flee. Great grief it is, no man may slay him clean." CLXXXIX That Emperour, by his great Majesty, I Full seven years in Spain now has he been, And castles there, and many cities seized. King Marsilies was therefore sore displeased; In the first year he sealed and sent his brief To Baligant, into Babilonie: ('Twas the admiral, old in antiquity, That clean outlived Omer and Virgilie,) To Sarraguce, with succour bade him speed, For, if he failed, Marsile his gods would leave, All his idols he worshipped formerly; He would receive blest Christianity And reconciled to Charlemagne would be. Long time that one came not, far off was he. Through forty realms he did his tribes rally; His great dromonds, he made them all ready, Barges and skiffs and ships and galleries; Neath Alexandre, a haven next the sea, In readiness he gat his whole navy. That was in May, first summer of the year, All of his hosts he launched upon the sea. CXC Great are the hosts of that opposed race; With speed they sail, they steer and navigate. High on their yards, at their mast-heads they place Lanterns enough, and carbuncles so great Thence, from above, such light they dissipate The sea's more clear at midnight than by day. And when they come into the land of Spain All that country lightens and shines again: Of their coming Marsile has heard the tale. AOI.

He will not fail. I will not cease. Upon that day they come to Sarragus. Lanterns they have. But go to Aix. free knights and valiant! Charles the King. but come Out of the sea. CXCII Clear is that day. Counts too. made of olifant. save when that I command. a laurel stands. wont my messages to bear. On the green grass they spread a white silk mat. into Douce France. Find I their host. great battle shall be there. Set a fald-stool there. midway. You I command to Sarraguce to fare. for so they counselled. After he called two of his chevaliers. On his right hand let it be worn and held. CXCIII He is fast bound by all that he has said. Upstream by Sebre doth all their navy turn. Shall not eat bread. AOI. Marsiliun on my part you shall tell Against the Franks I'm come to give him help. Out of his barge issues their admiral. and the other Clarien: "You are the sons of king Maltraien. his homage to declare. That all night long and very clearly burn. One Clarifan. that's stitched with golden thread. Till be slain. Seventeen kings follow him in a band. for all the gold neath heav'n. where the sweet waters run. Bid him come here. the Emperour of the Franks. . This little wand of fine gold take as well.71 CXCI The pagan race would never rest. And all the rest in rows about him stand. and carbuncles enough. and the sun radiant. where Charles court is held: His men applaud. I will go seek him now. Throughout all Spain great war with me he's had. Espaneliz goes forth at his right hand. I cannot tell of that. Give him this glove." Upon his knee his right-hand glove he slaps. Freely was. and dukes. or fall between my hands. The lord of them speaks before any man: "Listen to me. Where in a field. while I'm a living man. They leave Marbris. they leave behind Marbrus. Sits him thereon the pagan Baligant.

When they're come in. And curse their gods. you say very well. wherein the burghers crowd. CXCV Horses they leave under an olive tree. and mercy beg. For yesterday his hand count Rollanz cut. And Tervagan. and war with Charles again. For that rich count. My lord they failed in battle. Who weep and cry. with grief are waxen wood." Canter so far. king and guard from harm the queen!" Says Bramimunde "Great foolishness I hear: Those gods of ours in cowardice are steeped. In Rencesvals they wrought an evil deed. Miserable! What shall become of me? Alas! That I've no man to slay me clean!" AOI. We'll have no more Fair Jursaleu. Save at my feet he kneel. I'll take away the crown from off his head. who all of us doth keep. Says each to each: "Caitiffs! What shall be done? For upon us confusion vile is come. About that place are seen pagans enough. in his need. Pass through ten gates. Save all the laws of Christians he forget. hath made him bleed. Our chevaliers they let be slain in heaps. From the palace they hear a mighty sound. Never again will he his right hand see. from whom no help is come. the vaulted roof beneath. Those messengers have wrapped them in their weeds. Tervagan and Mahum And Apolin. and the other one the glove!" These answer him: "Dear lord. across four bridges run. Marsilium with courtesy they greet: "May Mahumet. . All our whole Spain shall be for Charles to keep." Both messengers on the terrace dismount. When they draw nigh the citadel above. Rollanz. his son. Which by the reins two Sarrazins do lead. Take one the wand. Now have we lost our king Marsiliun.72 To France I'll go." Answer pagans: "Sire. barons. and our lord Apoline Preserve the. To the palace they climb the topmost steep. Through all the streets. it shall be done." CXCIV Said Baligant: "But canter now. The whole of Spain henceforward is undone. to Sarraguce they come.

say. Charles hath no fear for any living man. CXCVII Says Marsilies the king: "Now let that be. say not that! We're messengers from pagan Baligant. Of Sarraguce ye'll carry him the keys. they slew him yester-eve. No son have I nor daughter to succeed. pray you. Our admiral is wealthy and puissant. . if he trusts in me. Vessels we have." Gives them the keys of Sarraguce her gates. Dromonds are there -. Gainst Charlemagne I'll shew him strategy. And Charlemagne he will go seek through France And quittance give him. 'tis the truth you speak. That one I had. leading his host this way." AOI. are moored by Sebres bank. if he will take't. But from the Franks he then must set her free. that! Far nearer here you'll light upon the Franks. Upon that word bow down. I've counted well.73 CXCVI Says Clarien: "My lady. Bid the admiral. My cities are broken and violate. I yield. also this wand. Both messengers their leave of him do take. he come to see me here. as ye may see. To Marsilies. CXCVIII Then says Marsile: "The Emperour." To th'messengers: "Sirs. I am held fast by death. 'tis seven leagues away. Rights over Spain that admiral hath he. Barges and skiffs and gallies four thousand. He'll go not hence.I cannot speak of that. dead or recreant." They answer him: "Sir. and turn away. My claim to him. For seven years he's stayed now in this land. this word to him convey. Rather he'ld die than from the field draw back. he'll be warrant. So sends him here his glove. Bid you my lord. he says. Do battle here. He lay this night upon the river Sebre." Says Bramimunde: "Unlucky journey. Within a month from now he'll conquered be. Charles the Great Hath slain my men and all my land laid waste. That Emperour is bold and combatant. speak to me. No king neath heav'n above a child he ranks.

" said to him Clariens. to come to me was bound?" Says Clarien : "To death he's stricken down. sore afraid. That Emperour was in the pass but now. Then. grief shall go with them hence.74 CXCIX Both messengers did on their horses mount. their admiral they sought. And of their Franks are twenty thousand dead. "In Rencesvals was yesterday battle. And the Emperour chased him enow from thence. To France the Douce he would be homeward-bound. canter well! If he flee not. The king implores. doth nearly him confound. From the fald-stool upon his feet he leapt. mount. His son is dead. But he be slain. in whom his heart was bound. King Marsilies shall somehow be avenged." . CC "Sir admiral. Into this land so near to us they've crept." And Baligant looked on him proudly then. With Durendal he dealt him such a clout From his body he cut the right hand down. From that city nimbly they issued out. For his right hand I'll pay him back an head. Rereward he set. the dozen peers around." And Baligant begins to think. his kingdom and his crown. Yields to you Spain. Such grief he has. to save his great honour: His nephew there installed. if you will. AOI. By river side the Franks have pitched their tents. and frowns. too long ye've slept. That Emperour has chased him well enow. Throughout this land no chevalier is left. so proud. what have ye found? Where's Marsilies. The dozen peers whom Charle so cherished. Marsile the king fought with them there. And the barons that service to him vowed. Rollanz the count. King Marsilie's of his right hand bereft. But. A thousand score of Franks in armour found. you'll hasten with succour. He and Rollanz upon that field did joust. Says Baligant: "Speak now. that Charlemagne the eld. or drowned in Sebres bed. Forth from your ships issue. In his courage grew joyous and content. Dead is Rollanz and that count Oliver. Fleeing he came. he could no more hold out. To whom the keys of Sarraguce they brought. Then cried aloud: "Barons. And Oliver.

in spite of that." On a brown horse mounted. he came before his band. And in his train he took with him four dukes. out of the palace ran. who by his stirrup stood." He turned away in tears. by whom they all were ruled. as he was used." One of his gloves he takes in his left hand. king and admiral. Mounted his horse. Where four counts were. whom he knew: "I give command of all my hosts to you. such grief he had. Calls to him then two Spanish Sarazands: "Take me by the arms. he came to Sarraguce. Dismounted on a floor of marble blue. Then says Marsile: "Sire. and so lift up my back. come on: already flee the Franks!" AOI. the palace came into. Rises the King. I take the glove from you. Then mount upon their horses and their mules. Who said to him: "Accursed from the womb. Raises his hand. With Sarraguce. CCIII In morning time. Down by the steps. Cantered so far." He answers him: "Therefore the more I'm sad. CCII King Marsilies. when the dawn breaks at last. (nay. Called up to him Gemalfin. his arms aside he's cast. who on God's part him guards. In grief they came up into Marsile's room. . AOI. From hour to hour then. No long discourse together may we have.75 CCI Pagan Arabs out of their ships issue. Awakened is that Emperour Charles. when he sees Baligant. every man. Quittance I give you here of all my land. Saint Gabriel. he sang: "Pagans. what more might they do?) Their admiral. To meet him there came running Bramimunde. the Sign upon him marks. that admiral her took. Myself I've lost. Up by the steps. Full well I know. Charles waits not our attack. to's people gallopped back. as he went. and the honour thereto hangs. That in such shame my sovran lord I lose! Fell at his feet. Cantered so far. And canter forth. my army.

bear him beneath a pine. disarm. Says to the Franks: "My lords. through all the host. Vaunted them there my valiant chevaliers. Naimes the Duke. `Tis nothing strange that Charles anger grew. CCV When the Emperour went seeking his nephew. For my nephew. And Rollant's strokes on three terraces knew. and went -. and the count Aceline. Pity he felt. Most sweetly then begins he to repine: "Rollant. They go to see the marvellous damage In Rencesvals. CCVI That Emperour is from his swoon revived. With reason thus I heard Rollant speak then: He would not die in any foreign realm Ere he'd surpassed his peers and all his men. On the green grass saw lying his nephew. there where the battle was. he could but weep for rue. Gefrei d'Anjou and his brother Tierry. In his two hands the count's body he took. He found the grass. and through those roads so large. may God to thee be kind! Never beheld any man such a knight So to engage and so to end a fight. Now my honour is turned into decline!" . Begins to weep for those he finds there dead. and every flower that bloomed. by virtue canter fast Through those long ways." Further than one a little wand could send. Of battles great and very hot contests. Conqueringly his gallant life he'ld end. CCIV In Rencesvals is Charles entered. With anguish keen he fell on him and swooned. whom I would find again. There on the ground he sees his nephew lie. Turned scarlat.76 The others then. At Aix I was. Take up the King. upon the feast Noel. AOI. Dismounted then. To the foes' land he would have turned his head. Since I myself alone should go ahead. restrain your steps.his heart was full. Beneath two trees he climbed the hill and looked. After they mount. my friend. Before the rest he's on a peak mounted. with our barons' blood imbrued.

He turned his eyes. all those are in Palerne. Who'll ask me. Romain. Men coming there will ask what news I tell. In bitter grief henceforward shall I reign. who won for me such realms!' Against me then the Saxon will rebel. I'll say to them that he is dead in Spain. Hungar. to France I will away.77 Charle swoons again. now art thou deserted! Such grief I have that I would fain be dead. All colourless his lusty body grew. When he is slain. When I arrive at Aix. but none of them's so proof. Puillain. I weep not nor complain. and those in Califerne. and many hostile men. When at Loum. He looked to the earth. he cannot stand upright. Afresh then will my pain and suffrance swell. Him in their hands four of his barons took. Five score thousand Franks had such great dolour There was not one but sorely wept for rue. God lay thee mid the blooms Of Paradise. seigneur! Day shall not dawn. my friend. How perishes my strength and my valour! None shall I have now to sustain my honour. for thee I've no dolour. Day shall not dawn. my friend. where's that count. CCVIII "Rollant. And in Affrike. Charles complained in amity and truth: "Rollant. saw lying his nephew. the Capitain. Kinsmen I have. I think I've not one friend neath heaven's roof. my friend. For who will lead my armies with such strength. I'll say to them: `Marvellous news and fell. Bulgar. were very shadowful. that all our days us led? Ah! France the Douce. till both his hands were full. fair youth that bar'st the bell. My nephew's dead. I'm in my hall again. CCIX "Rollant." He tore his locks. in my Chapelle." . AOI. Strange men will come from many far domains. AOI. among the glorious! Thou cam'st to Spain in evil tide. CCVII Charles the King returned out of his swoon.

And let my flesh upon their flesh be heaped. all the Franks dismount. They've left them there. With honour great they've laid them in the ground. Incense and myrrh with precious gums they've ground. my friend. Bid that our men through all this field be sought. and his eyes weep. so bitter is my grief For my household. exile for France decreed. In a charnel command that they be borne. Ere I am come to th' master-pass of Size. I'ld live no more. CCXI "Sire. Emperour. Bishops there are." Gefrei d'Anjou implored." Answered the King: "Sound then upon your horn." Still his white beard he tears. who have been slain for me. vicars with shaven crowns. and the Archbishop Turpine. . what else might they do now? AOI. Duke Naimes says: "His wrath is great indeed. As Charles bade them." AOI. whose bodies they have found To a charnel speedily the bring down. CCXIII That Emperour sets Rollant on one side And Oliver. All of their friends. CCXII Gefreid d'Anjou upon his trumpet sounds. the Son of Saint Mary. Tore with both hands the hair out of his head.78 All his white beard he hath begun to rend. Canons and monks. God grant me this. God shew thee His mercy! In Paradise repose the soul of thee! Who hath thee slain. Absolution in God's name they've pronounced. "Let not your grief to such excess be wrought." AOI. Five score thousand Franks swooned on the earth and fell. and abbots there enow. From my body my soul at length go free! Among their souls let mine in glory be. CCX "Rollant. And lustily they've swung the censers round. Whom those of Spain have in the battle caught.

they arm themselves. From the admiral bring challenge to combat: "'Tis not yet time. Five score thousand behind him as he flew. Five-score thousand and more. Marquis Otun. they take the bodies of those knights. . Outshone the sun that dazzling light it threw. Let go the reins." Charles the King his snowy beard has clasped. And all their hearts in silken veils to wind. CCXVI Through all the field dismount the Frankish men. Calling on God and the Apostle of Roum. was fashioned at Blandune. Which he had won at th'ford below Marsune When he flung dead Malpalin of Nerbune. I say. Nimbly enough his iron sark indued. After.79 Their bodies bids open before his eyes. Two messengers come from their ranks forward. lo! comes surging the vanguard. girt on his sword Joiuse. Great are the hosts he leads from Arab parts. The King commands Tedbalt and Gebuin. to arms!" AOI. In a loud voice he cries with all his heart: "Barons and Franks. Each of the three is wrapped in a deer's hide. This day we'll see if thou hast vassalage. to horse. And took his spear. proud King. Milun the count besides: Along the road in three wagons to drive. They're washen well in allspice and in wine. spurred him with either foot. was of Girunde. Remembering his sorrow and damage. Laced up his helm. that thou de-part. They're covered well with carpets Galazine. And set them in coffers of marble white. On his good horse then mounted. CCXC First before all was armed that Emperour. AOI. Hung from his neck a shield. Tencendur. CCXIV Now to be off would that Emperour Charles. When pagans. Lo. AOI. Baligant comes cantering afterward. Haughtily then his people all regards.

Then Rollant's life. After those two a third they next prepare. where they were: Charles for no race neath heaven hath more care. CCXIX Three columns now. Young bachelors. and fight with great science. Unless the Arabs of coming here repent. The Danish chief. he has. Some thousand score high-prized chevaliers. Olivier and Rollant. In it are set the vassals of Baiviere. you I command To take their place. Thus said the King: "My lords. Naimon the Duke. Find they that host. for haughty is their air. that are most valiant.80 The gear they have enhances much their strength. AOI. As many more shall after them advance. AOI. before the van. When Charles sees the fair aspect of them. One bear the sword and the other the olifant. Their gonfalons flutter above their helms. we'll dearly sell. Whom not to trust were surely want of sense. CCXVIII Of Franks the first columns made ready there." Naimes the Duke and the count Jozerans Go to adjust these columns in their ranks. also Lorains. battle they'll render them. Find they that host. they'll make a grand attack. So canter forth ahead. the Emperour Charles. their arms are fashioned well." Answers Duke Neimes: "God grant us his consent!" AOI. the warrior count Oger. CCXVII Charles hath called Rabel and Guineman. endowed with vassalage. who realms for him conquered. Never was lost the battle. I think. . Shall lead that troop. He calls to him Jozeran of Provence. Mounted they are. And in your train take fifteen thousand Franks. Their horses swift. Whom Gebuins shall lead. Naimes the Duke a fourth next sets apart Of good barons. with Antelme of Maience: "In such vassals should man have confidence. Save those of France.

No race neath heav'n can more in th'field compass. Upright their spears. Thirty thousand chevaliers therein come. CCXX Naimes the Duke and the count Jozerans The fifth column have mustered. CCXXI The sixth column is mustered of Bretons. CCXXII That Emperour hath now six columns yare Naimes the Duke the seventh next prepares Of Peitevins and barons from Alverne. . AOI. They're well equipped with horses and with arms. Well armed are they. Rather they'll die than from the battle pass. Who doth command the county Nevelon. Rather they'ld die. Forty thousand chevaliers might be there. of Normans. AOI. and barons out of Frise. Them Jozerans shall lead. lead them in th'field he shall. A thousand score. also Godselmes. come from the German March. They shall be led by Hermans. in a vale by themselves. as all said afterward. their horses charge and prance." AOI. AOI. their ensigns fastened on.81 Germans they are. than eer be recreant. The overlord of them is named Oedon. Tedbald of Reims and the marquis Oton: "Lead ye my men. Tis of Flamengs. They're neath a cliff. These canter in the manner of barons. or so say all the Franks. Richard the old. Duke of Trace. A thousand score. Their horses good. He'll strike hard there with his good trenchant lance. CCXXIII And the eighth column hath Naimes made ready. their arms are all most fair. by my commission. With his right hand King Charles hath them blessed. Who'll die before he's any way coward.

Gefreid d'Anjou carries that oriflamme. all in a fire ardent: . Strong are their spears. short are the shafts cut down. Calls upon God with heartiest intent: "Very Father. Girt on their sides Frankish and Spanish brands And noble shields of divers cognisance. To the green grass. by count. And who didst spare the king of Niniven. And Daniel from marvellous torment When he was caged within the lions' den. Of Lotherengs and those out of Borgoune. of Argoune. Nor lost by them has any battle been. his face he bends. And the King says: "These shall do my service. Five score thousand of our best capitans. Tierris the Duke shall lead them. AOI. and in hauberks they're clad. In helmets laced and sarks of iron brown. Soon as they mount. but come out And trust themselves to these. AOI. But on that day Monjoie. AOI." Between Rembalt and Hamon of Galice Shall they be led. kneeling. CCXXVI That Emperour down from his horse descends. they'll strike them down. If the Arrabits demur not. it gat. and proud of countenance. Then turns his eyes towards the Orient. Who to Jonas succour didst truly send Out of the whale's belly. and their beards are blanched. the battle they demand. by change. Snowy their heads are. CCXXIV Between Naimon and Jozeran the count Are prudent men for the ninth column found. In doubled sarks. where he was pent. and bare the name Roman. Fifty thousand good knights they are.82 Forty thousand and more good knights are these. Saint Peter's twas. "Monjoie" they cry. And three children. for all their chivalry. Lusty of limb. CCXXV The tenth column is of barons of France. With them goes Charlemagne. this day do me defend.

Above them all boomed the olifant again. The strap of it was a good silken web. and.83 Thy gracious Love to me be here present. They pass those peaks. After. that they may arm themselves. To Baligant his vanguard comes again A Sulian hath told him his message: "We have seen Charles. Fierce are his men. For love of him. and those deep vales. His chevaliers'. embroidered in the hems. Twas their ensign when they to battle went. upon his feet he stepped. Their admiral will stay no longer then. He took his shield. consent That my nephew Rollant I may avenge." Says Baligant: "Mine is great vassalage. Pagans dismount. A halt they've made. his trenchant spear he kept. CCXXVII That Emperour canters in noble array. -- . those rocks and those mountains. In Thy Mercy." CCXXVIII Through all the host they have their drums sounded. both gallant and well set. Laces his helm. the which he calls Maltet. Puts on a sark. if it please Thee. Arm yourself then: Battle you'll have to-day. Those terrible narrows. very clear trumpets. that is with gold begemmed. Five score thousand Franks are thereby made plain. So Preciuse he bad his own be clept. in rear. Then issue from the passes and the wastes Till they are come into the March of Spain.) He grasps his spear. they have no mind to fail. (Round its gold boss a band of crystal went. Clear was his face and filled with good intent. all others do the same. Over his sark all of his beard displays. as he has heard it said. With the strong mark of virtue signed his head. they sounded their trumpets. Fine limbs he had. in th'middle of a plain. When he had prayed. his sword on his left side he's set. he gave that cry to them. In front. His own broad shield he hangs upon his neck. Out of his pride a name for it he's spelt Like to Carlun's. that haughty sovereign. Upon his swift charger the King mounted While Jozerans and Neimes his stirrup held. And their bugles. Then all the Franks for pity of Rollant wept. Let horns this news to my pagans proclaim. Vigorously he cantered onward thence.

So tells me now my man.his ancestors were thus. were he a Christian yet! His horse he's spurred. And Oliver. his stirrup held. -. from over seas. the clear blood issued. his sister's son. his hair was ringleted. But the Emperour is verily come back. CCXXIX That admiral to a baron's like enough. God! what a knight. He hath no more Rollant. On his charger is Baligant mounted. There is no Frank. He's a proof man who sounds that olifant." Says Baligant: " Yea. White as a flow'r in summer was his head. His son Malprimes is very chivalrous." AOI. The dozen peers. that he departs not hence. may once with him contest. that Sulian -Ten great columns he's set them in their ranks. In many tales honour to him is done. the proof and valiant. whom Charles so cherished. For all the rest I'ld not unglove my hand. Will he or nill. With a clear call he rallies his comrades. He's great and strong. over a ditch he's leapt." then says t'him Baligant. -. of wisdom hath he much. and finely fashioned. CCXXX "Fair son Malprimes. Beneath its steel alone. and Twenty thousand more Frankish combatants. Says to his sire: "To canter then let us! I marvel much that soon we'll see Carlun. Pagans cry out: "Our Marches shall be held. His vassalage had often been proved. "Was slain yestreen the good vassal Rollanz." AOI. With shoulders broad and very clear aspect. . Full fifty feet a man might mark its breadth. with a great stride he stepped. He's gallopped on. In his own laws. Small were his thighs. his ribs of wide extent. for he's very pruff. a mule had bent. Marcules.84 So great its shaft as is a stout cudgel. Charles is mad. That warrior. He'll have no strength to stay in fight with us. his life he'll soon have spent. White is his beard as flowers by summer burnt. Proud was his face. And in battle he's proud and arduous. Great was his breast.

The fourth is raised from Bruns and Esclavoz. Their arrogance if you can humble it." AOI. The next. great bristles on them grow. Sire!" Malprimes answers him." says Baligant to him. the Persian king And Dapamort." Then says Malprimes: "The first blow I demand. unless he take him home. as you have asked me this. his son with's great body follows. Going before. Thirty columns most speedily they form. and the king Dapamort. That admiral hath sworn. he takes delivery. CCXXXI "Fair son Malprimes. Against the Franks go now. and smite them quick. The third is raised from Nubles and from Blos." "I thank you. The tenth is raised from Balide the stronghold. Who will lay on with utmost arrogance. Micenes. They've chevaliers in marvellous great force. above their spinal bones. Fifty thousand the smallest column holds. another king Leutish. After. No more he'll wear on's head that crown of gold. Negroes are the eighth. whom Charles calls Infants. Battle he'll have. CCXXXII That admiral canters among his hosts. whose heads are gross.85 These at the head come cantering in advance. the ninth are men of Gros. nor seizin. "I grant it you. And take with you Torleu. Young bachelors. By Mahumet. Investiture gat never. his virtues and his bones: "Charles of France is mad to canter so. The fifth is raised from Sorbres and from Sorz. was held by king Flurit. Along their backs. After that hour he never looked on it. Torleus the king. As many again come following that band. The first is raised of men from Butenrot. Of my domains a slice to you I'll give From Cheriant unto the Vale Marquis. The seventh is the men of Jericho. 'Tis of that land. after. Also with them are fifteen thousand Franks. As they were hogs." CCXXXIII . the way he knows. That is a tribe no goodwill ever shews. The sixth is raised from Ermines and from Mors.

The fifth is raised of men from Val-Penuse. CCXXXIV That admiral ten columns more reviews. The tenth is raised of beardsmen from Val-Frunde. right ugly. That is a tribe. as though it iron were. The next of Huns. The first is raised of Giants from Malpruse. gluttons. CCXXXV That admiral hath great possessions. And the Franks say: "Now shall you die. Serve them and pray with great affliction. the ninth is from Clarbune. The sixth is from Ormaleus and Eugez. The next's of Turks. their horns come sounding through. He makes them bear before him his dragon. The seventh is from Leus and Astrimunes. do not the Lord God serve. the ninth from Esclavers. Apollin the felon. Gesta Francor' these thirty columns prove. Tervagan's and Mahom's. Who from Val-Fuit came across country there. our God. AOI. Of Canelious. And very loud the cry out this sermon: "Let who would from our gods have garrison. Ten Canelious canter in the environs. The eighth from Argoilles. Hard is their hide. The sixth is raised of tribesmen from Maruse. Pagans canter as men of valour should. The tenth is from Occiant. the third a Hungar crew. of Persians is the third. And their standard. the desert. their polished helmets doff. AOI. Of such felons you never else have heard. This day shall bring you vile confusion! Give warranty. The eighth is from Bruise. That is a tribe. is the first. no love of God e'er knew. In the battle they're felon murderers. unto Carlon! And in his name this victory be won!" . The seventh is the tribe of Samuel. Great are the hosts. The fourth is raised of desperate Pinceners. The fifth is raised from Soltras and Avers. And his image. And from Baldise the Long the fourth have trooped." Pagans awhile their heads and faces on Their breasts abase.86 Ten great columns they marshal thereafter. Wherefore of helm or hauberk they've no care.

The trumpets sound. canter ye now ahead!" Carries the ensign Amboires of Oluferne. Battle we'll have. and all the columns fair. And the olifant its echoing music speaks. Then the admiral. He may be sure naught else for him's decreed. That Emperour has bid them sound trumpets. Until with Charles and with the Franks they meet. All my columns together shall you lead. bitter and keenly set. Also their sarks embroidered and their shields. That Emperour.87 AOI." AOI. Pagans cry out. CCXXXVII Great are the hosts. . Their helmets shine with golden jewellery. And the olifant sounds over all its knell. his brother calleth he. CCXXXVI That admiral hath wisdom great indeed. That Emperour canters right haughtily. cut from his shoulders clean. their voice is very clear. No peak nor vale nor cliff between them there. the next of Ormaleis. And the ensigns fixed on all their burnished spears. renowned land. And Occiant's. and wide is that country. Must lose his head. you see. the king of Floredee. Who holds the land unto the Vale Sevree. AOI. 'Tis Canabeus. if he combat with me. And the third is the Giants of Malpreis. He's shewn to him Carlun's ten companies: "The pride of France. nor ambush anywhere. Battle to seek. Across the plain they see each other well. Thicket nor wood. His son to him and those two kings calls he: My lords barons. Says Baligant: "My pagan tribes adverse. CCXXXVIII Great is that plain. they'll also stay with me. The pagans say: "Carlun's people are fair. And the Franks say: "Great hurt this day you'll get!" And very loud "Monjoie!" they cry again. by Preciuse they swear. But of the best I'll keep beside me three: One is of Turks. beforehand canter ye.

for none of us holds back.) The King of France in a loud voice has called: "Barons and Franks. The Persian king. the companies are grand. Towards Carlun has turned the point of steel. See the pagans. who'ld fail me in the attack. The count Rabel and the count Guinemans Let fall the reins on their swift horses' backs. And go to strike. Nor shield nor sark could such a blow abide. Spurring in haste. -(In such great strength are mustered those Arabs Of that country they've covered every part Save only that whereon the Emperour was. and speaks: "Pagans. Torleu." His spear in hand he brandishes and wields. he was a hardy knight. His reason then he's shewn to them. . Never has man beheld such armies meet. they're felons and cowards. CCXLI That count Rabel. when he sees the admiral And the dragon. my lords. then on rush all the Franks." Next with both spurs he's gored his horse's flanks. Ye in the field have fought so great combats. come on. brave lord. Then say the Franks: "This King's a good vassal.88 His bearded men are with him in the rear. for now I take the field. Canter. AOI." Further than one might cast a rod that's peeled Goes Baligant before his companies. AOI. The first columns are come now hand to hand. The hosts are fair. his ensign and standard." CCXL Clear is the day. Strike us they will with lances and with spears: Battle with them we'll have. he went to strike. prolonged and keen. what matters that? Let him go hence. CCXXXIX Charles the Great. He pricked his horse with spurs of gold so fine. Over their sarks they have thrown out their beards Which are as white as driven snows that freeze. good vassals are ye all. and the sun radiant. And Tencendor has made four bounds thereat. each with his trenchant lance. Though they've great hosts. No pennyworth is there in all their laws.

Then say the Franks: "Lord God. all the breadth of either side. Better vassal than him I'll not demand. he died. Before them all has cried out Baligant: "Barons. CCXLIV Great are the hosts. hour out. ever. baron. Upon that blow. let any laugh or weep. Guided his corse amid the press of Franks. So flings him dead. and sarks with mail untwined! So spattered all the earth there would you find That through the field the grass so green and fine With men's life-blood is all vermilion dyed. And. All his ensign thrust through the carcass clean. each with his trenchant lance!" Upon that word the pagans all advance. who goes on Carlun's track.89 The golden spear his carcass passed inside. his cause is right. That admiral rallies once more his tribe: "Barons. Hour in. AOI. Go. shatter the Christian line. And the pagans do marvellously strike. And marvellous and weighty the combat: Before nor since was never such attack. So many shafts. Next of his sark he has undone the seam." . nor slacken in your speed! Charle's in the right against the pagan breed. be Thou our Guide! Charles we must not fail. CCXLIII Pure white the horse whereon Malprimes sate. Has broken all the flowers on his shield. CCXLII And Guineman tilts with the king Leutice." AOI. God sent us here his justice to complete. Grim blows they strike. great blows he struck them back. Ye see my son. by God! in pieces lie And crumpled shields. long time I've fed you at my hand. And with his arms so many lords attacks. the companies in pride Come touching." AOI. strike on. the Franks cry out with heat: "Strike on. the slaughter's very grand. dead one upon others packed. Flung down upon a little bush. succour him.

" Answer the Franks: "Sire. strike on. The battle is straitened marvellously. So many great battles you've fought for me. you'd seen.90 Now very keen and lasting is the fight. Battle he saw. For sons. There is not one thenceforth employs his spear. And of his shield breaks all the upper margin. Who of the Franks hath wrought there much great damage." Twenty thousand beside him Charles leads." Answer pagans: "We must do well indeed. Naimes the Duke right haughtily regards him. my body are yours to keep. came you not therefore here? I promise you noble women and dear." With mighty blows they shatter all their spears. for brothers wreak Who in Rencesvals were slaughtered yester-eve! Mine is the right. In straits of death they never will him leave. Slaughter then. I promise you honours and lands and fiefs. As never was. like a man of valour. AOI. that stood those hosts between. Tears both the sides of his embroidered ha'berk. and kingdoms have redeemed! Guerdon I owe. Five score thousand swords from their scabbards leap. CCXLV That admiral to all his race appeals: "Pagans. ye know. in whom I well believe. grim and sorrowful. 'tis the truth you speak. for heirs. before or since that time. CCXLVI That Emperour calls on his Franks and speaks: "I love you. . gainst pagan breeds. unless he die. Who with one voice have sworn him fealty. I know it well indeed. Through the carcass thrusts all his yellow banner. And goes to strike him. lords. But with their swords they strike in company. AOI. The finish none shall reach. my wealth. My lands. Kings overthrown. So dead among sev'n hundred else he casts him. AOI. CCXLVII Across that field the bold Malprimes canters.

Came there to him. Great was the blow. this. AOI." Answers the Duke: "Sire. And strikes Naimun on's helmet principal. On the green grass all his clear blood shedding. And the pagan. One piece of it he's flung upon the land. Going to strike the county Guineman. His charger's neck he clasped with both his hands. Shatters his shield. amazed thereat. No pennyworth the hood is after that. Nor is there one. CCXLIX Keen anguish then he suffers. Five of the links his brand of steel hath knapped. canter with me to win! The glutton's dead. true love and faith swearing." says Charles. He's drawn his sword. Who Duke Naimun before him sees lying. AOI. to strike him. Against his heart his argent shield he cracked. the Duke. strikes and kills." They 'ngage them then. Charles of France. Then the Emperour to him this counsel gives: "Fair master Naimes. Tears the chin-guard above his hauberk mailed. with succour. CCL Bitter great grief has Charlemagne the King. that Duke Naimes. A thousand score of Franks surround them still. that had you straitly pinned. Great proof you'll have of valour. I believe it. hotly hastens. whose hilt is of crystal. but slaughters. but aid from God he had. . against his heart he breaks it. "You'll get now as you gave him!" With vassalage he goes to strike that pagan. Right to the flesh he slices through the cap. CCLI Then through the field cantered that admiral. Then was he slain. Had fallen ev'n. Away from it he's broken off one half. brother of the admiral. So flings him dead: his saddle shall be wasted. that noble old vassal. if I live. Through his carcass my spear I thrust once in. Had the pagan but once renewed the attack.91 CCXLVIII King Canabeus. Has pricked his horse with spurs in either flank. "Culvert.

the lord of those Normans. dying upon that field. even Malprime. AOI. Grief shall be there ere the two hosts be scattered. your brother. as I have seen. White is his beard as flowers in April. both Franks and Arrabies. "is valiant! Baron. Against Carlun give me your warranty!" Comes before him his dear friend Gemalfin. For you have lost your son. Two of his ribs out of his side he hacked. He calls to him Jangleu from over sea. After." cry pagans. Whoso had seen that shattering of shields. Fairly two Franks have got the victory. On either side dead men to the earth fall crashing. he's every way Marquis. strike on. this day in shame you're steeped. I've done you much service. . in gold I'll fashion each.92 The folds of his hauberk apart he slashed. But Franks. Evil the news he brings to him and speaks: "Sir Baliganz. "Preciuse. Fain would he die at once. to escape they think it no great matter. from Argoille and from Bascle! And well they strike and slaughter with their lances. slain is he. that battle. while still his charger ran. Your images. Barons of France do suffer much great damage. CCLIII Right well they strike. Some memory of bitter pains might keep. And heard men groan. That Emperour was one. indeed. so great his grief. Richard the old. So flung him dead. And Canabeus. Great limbs he has. From Occiant." That admiral has bent his head down deep. CCLII Who then had seen those Arrabit chevaliers. prays and speaks: "My lords and gods. And heard those shields on iron helmets beat. Breaking the shafts of all their burnished spears. And the admiral calls upon Apollin And Tervagan and Mahum. he slew Gebuin and Lorain. Whoso had heard those shining hauberks creak. Till even-tide 'tis very strong. Whoso had seen fall down those chevaliers. here have we our warrant!" AOI. And thereafter lowers his face and weeps. That battle is most hard to endure.

speak. so all the pagans hear. also Oger the Dane. No more delay: what must be. Throughout the field rally his companies. And. their horses let run loose. and how your men they slew! Now from your head please God the crown remove Unless you strike. strook. Turks and Enfruns. wheresoeer they met the pagans. beside me stand! For you are proof. of Anjou." CCLV That admiral has shaken out his beard That ev'n so white as thorn in blossom seems. So proud is Charles. his men so valiant. And to Carlun most proud his reason proves: "Behold pagans. of Argune. take in hand. How seems it you. of Arrabits and Franks. CCLIV Says the admiral. Arrabits and Giants. They spurred in haste. So calls to him Duke Tierris. Break through their line. whateer his fate may be. Count Jozeran. those men who bray and bleat. . Counsel from you I've ever sought to have. Seek out the Franks with such a high folly. and Gefreid. like dogs barking. "Jangleu. AOI. Better vassal hath not his sark indued. who. He'll no way hide. He sees the Franks. And from Argoille. and greatly understand. From Occiant. Baligant! For from your gods you'll never have warrant. CCLVI The count Oger no cowardice e'er knew. the thickest press they meet Dead from that shock they've seven thousand heaped. Then to his mouth he sets a trumpet clear. Never saw I a race so combatant. their columns broken through. And clearly sounds. But call upon barons of Occiant. and vengeance on them do!" And not one word to answer him he knew. CCLVII Now very well strikes the King Charlemagne. Shall we from hence victorious go back?" He answers him: "Slain are you. Naimes the Duke.93 AOI.

Brave vassals they. of France the Douce. who brought those hosts to fight. no. Most vassal-like they draw their swords outright. And shatter them. great blows on either side They with their spears on their round targes strike. But bodies. Many great blows on 's shield each gave and took. Those swords they had. Baligant sees his gonfalon disgraced. in God's Name!" Answer the Franks.94 Geifreid d'Anjou. That admiral at once perceives it plain. and right is Charlemain. Exceeding proof is Don Oger. So strikes that man who the dragon displays. Pagan Arabs coyly themselves contain. That admiral no fear nor caution knew. Broken their girths. CCLIX A great vassal was Charles. He spurs his horse. That Emperour calls on his Franks again: "Say. Never have they forgotten their ensigns. AOI. support me. From this battle they'll ne'er be turned aside Nor make an end. And Mahumet's standard thrown from its place. Both in the field before his feet he breaks That king's ensign and dragon. barons. That he is wrong. Both those Kings fall. And all the folds of their hauberks divide. themselves aground do find. . Franks and pagans still with their swords do strike. bare in their sarks they stood. Amid the field they're both come into sight. the buckles brake in two. wound them they never might. downwards their saddles slide. bare from their sheaths they drew. All felon he that dares not exploits brave!" AOI. The leather pierced." renowned word of pride. Charles "Monjoie. the Dane. CCLVIII Passes that day. as they go. who that ensign displays. That admiral still "Preciuse" doth cry. Each the other knows by his clear voice and high. beneath their buckles wide. come. without that one man die. Still they struck on. Down fell the nails. "Question you make in vain. turns into vesper-tide. and lets him run in haste. Then. and doubled core of wood. From their bright helms the light shone forth anew. both abased. Nimbly enough upon their feet they rise.

falls nearly to the ground." cries Charles. Charles tottereth. Become my man. No peace nor love may I to pagan lend. down unto the white beard. AOI. whereon the jewels blaze. Has broken it and rent. Through his thick hair the sword goes glancing round. and then I'll love thee well. are on their belts. nor dismay. in that wound. Charles. So the admiral he strikes with France's blade. I know that very well. His helmet breaks. And counsel take that t'wards me thou repent! Thou'st slain my son. Come.95 Finish nor fail that battle never could But one of them must in the wrong be proved. CCLXI In the admiral is much great virtue found. A great palm's breadth and more of flesh cuts out. bids mount that King so Great. And questions him "Great King. Upon that word is come to him Duke Naimes. what doest thou?" CCLXII Charles. all his face. serving me. to scatter all his brains. a fief from me thou'lt get. AOI. . hearing how that holy Angel spake. And Franks have all their wish. So he falls dead. CCLX Says the admiral: "Nay. Holds Tencendur. recovers not again. He strikes Carlun on his steel helm so brown. that all may know the tale. Christianity. Had fear of death no longer. "Monjoie. God wills not they remain. think. Receive the Law that God to us presents. be that what may. from here to the Orient!" Charle answers him: "That were most vile offence. Saint Gabriel once more to him comes down. Pagans turn back. Slices his head." They go to strikewith th'swords. Most wrongfully my land thou challengest. And. I beg. So that all bare the bone is. God wills not he be slain or overpow'red. above his brow. Serve and believe the King Omnipotent!" Says Baligant: "Evil sermon thou saist. Remembrance and a fresh vigour he's gained.

But ten ere great.96 CCLXIII Pagans are fled. The soul of him to Hell live devils took. I saw your eyes did spill. For well he knows there's no defence there now. and proud. Still pagans fled. and lesser fifty around. Great exploits his whom the Lord God endows! CCLXVI Passes the day. Unto your hearts' content. And when she saw those Arrabits confused Aloud she cried: "Give us your aid. . In come his men. with 's hoary beard. and hotly Franks pursued. this morn. Mahume! Ah! Noble king. the dust arose and blew. do what you will!. ev'n as the Lord God wills. as each may strike. the rest are put to rout Whom Charles hath in battle overpowered. Orders they'd none. A thousand Franks he bids seek through the streets. But all the stars burn." Answer the Franks: "Sir. On her tower. So died of grief. The chase endured from there to Sarraguce. and all his body stooped." Then such great blows. even so we will. And all that night they lie there in their pow'r. And Sarraguce is in the Emperour's keep. conquered are all our troops. Around her there the clerks and canons stood Of the false law. he occupies that town. CCLXV Pagans are slain. And Bramimunde hath yielded up her towers. Says the King then: "My Lords. CCLXIV Great was the heat. Of Sarraguce the gates he's battered down. Wept from his eyes. avenge your ills. So there remain no fraud nor falsity. And the admiral to shameful slaughter put!" When Marsile heard. and the moon shines clear. and the Emperour therewith. With sins he's so corrupt. Chase them the Franks. towards the wall he looked. high up clomb Bramimunde. Fierce is that King. With iron malls and axes which they wield They break the idols and all the imageries. of those remain there still. The synagogues and the mahumeries. nor were their heads tonsured. the darkness is grown deep. he gives That few escape. whom God ne'er loved nor knew. For tears.

And pagans bring into the baptistry. All the pilgrims may see it. with golden pieces bound. Clomb to th' Palace. Germans he calls. Was come to him there Alde. Passing Girunde in great ships. When he is come into his lofty house. who was so wise and proud. Charles canters on. No harm to her. By messengers he seeks his judges out. in his chief seat.97 That King fears God. Of Sarraguce Charles garrisons the tow'rs. Canters so far. into the hall he came. Baivers. Lotherencs and Frisouns. Thereon begins the cause of Gueneloun. A thousand knights he's left there. So are they come. there abound. who thither crowd. fighters stout. Stands the olifant. By love the King will her conversion seek. Very Christians. with joy and gladness out. by valleys and by mounts. and also calls Borgounds. Franks them to God and to His Angels vow. And Bramimunde a prisoner is bound. to Saint Sevrin endowed. And those in France that are the sagest found. And the Archbishop. From Normandy. Who guard that town as bids their Emperour. CCLXVIII That Emperour. Come to Burdele. Ev'n unto Blaive he's brought his nephew down And Oliver. at Aix. . the clear day opens now. Said to the King: "Where's Rollanz the Captain. Who sware to me. he'ld have me for his mate?" Then upon Charles a heavy sorrow weighed. In white coffers he bids them lay those counts At Saint Romain: So rest they in that ground. Arrived in France. and would do His service. save that alone the queen To France the Douce goes in captivity. They pass Nerbone by force and by vigour. After. that city of high valour. Above the altar. on th'terrace he dismounts. from Brittany and Poitou. Five score thousand and more are thus redeemed. that fair dame. but only good he's vowed. the King and all his army mount. Not before Aix will he not make sojourn. Saxons. his noble companioun. On water then Bishops their blessing speak. returning out of Spain. CCLXVII Passes the night. If any Charles with contradiction meet Then hanged or burned or slaughtered shall he be.

he tore his beard again: "Sister. CCLXXI Written it is. please God. Took her in's hands. He is my son. fast upon his stake. all in his iron chains Is in that town. Her memory the King with honour kept. CCLXX That Emperour is now returned to Aix. Holy that day. Pity he had. and wept. Before the altar her tomb was fashioned well. When Charles saw that she was truly dead Four countesses at once he summoned. She falls. Yet the King thought she was but swooning then. . she's dead. All night their watch until the dawn they held. The felon Guene. In bitter grief his trial there he awaits. In deer-hide thongs his hands they've helpless made.98 And his eyes wept. what further can I say. who had the treason spelt. in his Chapelle. raised her from th'earth again. Before himself the Emperour has him led. our Emperour. I'll give you one far better in exchange. Saint Silvester's that baron's. at th' feet of Charlemain. Assembled them at Aix. To a monast'ry of nuns they bare her thence. When Rollant's dead shall I alive remain!" Her colour fails." Alde answered him: "That word to me is strange. That is Loewis. and in an ancient geste How Charles called from many lands his men. before the King's Palace. CCLXIX Alde the fair is gone now to her rest. AOI. dear friend. AOI. Never. of a dead man you spake. Thereon began the trial and defence Of Guenelun. for some chief feast was held. His Angels and His Saints. Her soul God's Mercy awaits! Barons of France weep therefore and complain. Those serfs have bound him. With clubs and whips they trounce him well and baste: He has deserved not any better fate. On her shoulders her head still drooped and leant. many tell. and shall my marches take.

And my nephew. After. baruns! I was in th' host. Is there one Frank. Hatred of me had Rollant." said Guenes. in 's pride and courtesy. And. Were he loyal." Says Pinabel: "Straightway you'll be delivered." CCLXXIII So Guenelun. whom never more you'll see. whose arm to fight is stiffened. that you to hang committeth? Let the Emperour but once together bring us. his face of gentle hue. wealth to gain. "Of Guenelun judge what the right may be! He was in th'host. There of my Franks a thousand score did steal. and his noble baruns. who in Sorence castle liveth. A good vassal. and all their comrades too. And Oliver. And by his side his thirty kinsmen knew. Message I bare to king Marsiliun. Well can he speak. Service I did him there in faith and truth. Whence to destroy and slay him did I seek." Charles the King doth speak. Charles heard that." Guenes the count kneels at his feet to kiss them. I vow there's not the least. beside our Emperour. stood. listen to me. also from prison. But treason." "Felon be I. his great cause is beginning. So he decreed death for me and dolour. his nephew. To Oliver. Lusty his limbs. 'Tis Pinabel. no. his voice was full: "For th' Love of God. soundly his reasons giving. but there's no treason proved. There's one of them to whom the others listen. Vengeance I gat. . and all who'ld judge his doom. he cried aloud.99 CCLXXII "Lords and barons. Says to him Guenes: "In you my faith is fixed. "aught to conceal! He did from me much gold and wealth forfeit. By my cunning I held myself secure. To that fighter Rollant my challenge threw. betrayed the dozen peers. Save me this day from death. CCLXXIV When Guenes sees. before the King there. He saw those Franks. even in Spain with me. right baron-like he'd looked." Answered the Franks: "Now go we to the moot. With my steel brand he shall be smartly chidden. Thirty he has around him of his kinsmen." Answer the Franks: "Take counsel now must we.

so noble a man 's he proved. with Poitevins and Franks. Was not too small. CCLXXVI Then his barons. towards you. Deep down he bowed his head and all his face For th' grief he had. Rollant is dead. Enough there are of Tudese and Germans. And courteously to the Emperour he spake: "Fair' Lord and King. that Duke of Anjou famed. Felon is Guene. and yet was hardly great. returning to Carlun. And if Rollant was forfeited to Guenes Still your service to him full warrant gave. Nor any wealth nor gold may win him back. Leave we this cause. is perjured and ashamed: Wherefore I judge that he be hanged and slain. From Pinabel most quietly draw back. So he may serve you still in love and truth. would do combat. Most foolish then is he. AOI. Since he is dead. and of the King demand That he cry quits with Guenes for this act. Gefrei's brother. 's that man. And." There is but one agrees not to their plan. Nor for no wealth may we his life renew. CCLXXVII When Charles saw that all of them did fail. Nay let him live. brother to Don Geifreit. Normans also. . Tierri. Those of Alverne the greatest court'sy have. With love and faith he'll serve him after that. and lengthy and delicate. His carcass flung to th' dogs beside the way. Say to their King: "Sire. Tierris. Lean were his limbs. Black was his hair and somewhat brown his face.100 CCLXXV To th' counsel go those of Bavier and Saxe. we beseech of you That you cry quits with county Guenelun. since th' hour that he betrayed. do not yourself dismay! You know that I have served you many ways: By my ancestors should I this cause maintain. no more ye'll see Rollanz. Says each to each: "'Twere well to let it stand. caitiff himself proclaimed. no longer in our view." Then says the King: "You're felons all of you!" AOI. before him came. One of his knights.

That Emperour by way of hostage guards it. AOI. are fastened on their feet. has he a friend that would dispute my claim With this my sword which I have girt in place My judgement will I warrant every way. They're chos'n aright." the King has said. on you this cause depends. CCLXXIX When Tierri sees that battle shall come after. Who bears his blow has no more time to dwell: Says to him: "Sire. ready you might them see. Command therefore this noise be made an end.101 As a felon who felony did make. with pure gold hilted each." CCLXXVIII Before the King is come now Pinabel. Says the Emperour: "Good pledges must I get. their hauberks brightly gleam. Masses they've heard. Until the right be shewn." Answer the Franks: "Now very well you spake. But. See Tierri here. . strong. bids guard them well. Great is he. and will the cause contest. Next they demand their horses and their armour. They're well confessed. Rich offerings to those minsters they leave." His deer-hide glove in the King's hand he's left. Upon their heads they've laced their helmets clear. Five score thousand chevaliers therefor weep. At last they mount on their swift coursing steeds. now. And." Thirty kinsmen offer their loyal pledge. Oger the Dane between them made the parley. absolved. I cry him false. Before Carlun now both the two appear: They have their spurs. And girt on swords. light and strong. Communion received. And from their necks hang down their quartered shields. "I'll do the same for you. vassalous and nimble. who hath his judgment dealt. AOI. from sin set free. Four benches then upon the place he marshals Where sit them down champions of either party. CCLXXX For battle. In their right hands they grasp their trenchant spears. For Rollant's sake pity for Tierri feel. His right hand glove he offereth to Chares. as the others' judgement cast them.

Five score thousand weep. For vassalage thy peers esteem thee well: Of this battle let us now make an end! With Charlemagne I soon will have thee friends. With virtue great. Pinabel. us between!" AOI. CCLXXXI Down under Aix there is a pasture large Which for the fight of th' two barons is marked. They spur them well. and of great vassalage. if e'er I that concede! God shall this day the right shew. the girths asunder start. CCLXXXII Upon the ground are fallen both the knights. AOI. those helmets to divide." "Please the Lord God. "I would sustain the cause of my kindred . unwearied. and light.102 God knows full well which way the end shall be." Answers Tierri: "Such counsel's not for me. I pray thee. The saddles slip. gallop fast. But make the King with Guenelun agree. The chevaliers of France do much repine. the reins aside they cast. All of their shields shatter and rend apart. To Guenelun such justice shall be dealt Day shall not dawn but men of it will tell. Each the other seeks. Their hauberks tear. and fall upon the grass. Thou'rt great and strong. to strike each other. Pure felon I. Nimbly enough upon their feet they rise. And their horses. with body finely bred. For the pleasure my wealth I'll give to thee. dart. yield: I'll be thy man. Proof men are these. who that sight regard. "O God!" says Charles. not so!" said Pinabel. horses are out of mind. Nimble and strong is Pinabels. But with those swords whose hilts with gold are lined Upon those helms of steel they beat and strike: Great are the blows. "Make plain to us the right!" CCLXXXIII Says Pinabel "Tierri. in love and fealty. CCLXXXIV Then said Tierri "Bold art thou.

Upon that blow is all the battle won.103 No mortal man is there from whom I've fled. Pinabel of Sorence. And those his kin. Tierri he strikes. the grass is kindled thence. An Arab mule they've brought. Of his steel brand the point he then presents. CCLXXXV He's very proof. that in his cause are come. AOI. till dead he's flung. CCLXXXVI Sees Tierris then 'that in the face he's struck. Oger that Danish Prince. On grassy field runs clear his flowing blood." AOI. It is proved right that Guenelun be hung. Tierri. Nor make an end. Geifrei d'Anjou. On Tierri's brow the helmet has he wrenched So down his face its broken halves descend. Naimes the Duke. And his hauberk. rent. And wipes his face with his great marten-skins. Rather I'ld die than hear reproaches said. whereon he sits. Franks cry aloud: "God hath great virtue done. That Emperour Charles is come to him. on 's helmet of Provence. Who death from him prevents. without one man be dead. Forty barons are in his following. the King takes in his arms to kiss. Willalme of Blaive therewith. It cannot be that they be sundered. With baronage and joy they bring him in. over his belly. God's his warrant. The chevaliers most sweetly disarm him. CCLXXXVII Now that Tierris the battle fairly wins. . and others then they bring. He lays them down. And from his head scatters his brains in th' dust. And his right cheek in flowing blood is drenched. To the nose-piece he's broken it and cut. Leaps such a spark. Strikes Pinabel on 's helmet brown and rough." Then with their swords began to strike again Upon those helms that were with gold begemmed Into the sky the bright sparks rained and fell. AOI. Brandishes him on th' sword.

halt and dismount therein. Thirty of them there are." Answer the Franks: "Shall not of them live one." The King commands his provost then. Hither they came because of Guenelun. And all the limbs were from his body dragged. If one escape." They answer him: "Sponsors the rite demands. whose hairs are white enough. advise what shall be done. On the green grass his clear blood gushed and ran. Basbrun: "Go hang them all on th' tree of cursed wood! Nay. that straight are hung. a felon recreant. So oft she's heard sermons and reprimands. AOI. himself and 's friends undoes. . as pledges gave them up. Those of Baviere and also the Germans: "A dame free-born lies captive in my hands. CCLXXXVIII His counts and Dukes then calls to him Carlun: "With these I guard. The punishment of the others then begins. Those steeds were swift." The baths at Aix great companies attract. For Pinabel. Which. There they baptised the Queen of Sarazands. save thus?" With an hundred serjeants by force they come. they bound his feet and both his hands. So to lead forth four stallions they bade. need make no boast of that. Dames of estate and long inheritance. Baptise her then. led forward four sejeants Towards a stream that flowed amid that land. All his sinews were strained until they snapped. Who betrays man. Guenes is dead. 'twas voted by the Franks That Guenes die with marvellous great pangs. After. Sones fell Gue into perdition black. Who betrays man. Fore all the rest. CCLXXXIX Then turned away the Baivers and Germans And Poitevins and Bretons and Normans. by their heads. He called to him the Bishops out of France. by this beard. CCXC When the Emperour had made his whole vengeance. to death and shame thou'rt struck!" He answers him: "How could I act.104 They come to Aix. and christening demands. so God her soul may have. She would fear God. and of a temper mad.

King Vivien thou'lt succour there. Go thou by force into the land of Bire. Charles. of thine Empire. at Imphe. and speaks: "Summon the hosts.105 And found for her the name of Juliane. Christian is she by very cognisance. he tore his snowy beard. CCXCI When the Emperour his justice hath achieved. And Bramimunde has christening received." Right loth to go. The Christians there implore thee and beseech. In the city which pagans have besieged. Saint Gabriel is come from God.net/ . And now that King in 's vaulted chamber sleeps. that Emperour was he: "God!" said the King: "My life is hard indeed!" Tears filled his eyes. SO ENDS THE TALE WHICH TUROLD HATH CONCEIVED. End of The Project Gutenberg Etext of The Song of Roland from http://manybooks. His mighty wrath's abated from its heat. Passes the day. the darkness is grown deep.

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