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04.J. ye that are wise and true. II King Marsilies he lay at Sarraguce. our Lord and Sovereign. Round him his men. Killings (DeTroyes@AOL. Save Sarraguce. who feareth not God's name. . This electronic edition was produced. First in prowess. Can ye ward off this present death and dule?" What word to say no pagan of them knew. Save Blancandrin. Nor have I strength his forces to undo. K. I Charles the King. OCR software.J. and prepared by Douglas B. [Charles Kenneth] Moncreiff Anonymous Old French epic. he stood his lord beside. Conquered the land. Called he forth then his counts.5 gratefully accepts contributions in money. Into this land is come. There on a throne he sate. of marble blue. dating perhaps as early as the middle 11th century. that sits on high mountain. Full seven years hath sojourned in Spain. stood. Counsel me then. Maley and Douglas B. *END*THE SMALL PRINT! FOR PUBLIC DOMAIN ETEXTS*Ver.COM).29. Nor wards off ills that shall to him attain. and every other sort of contribution you can think of. Killings. No city walls are left for him to gain. Went he his way into an orchard cool. and won the western main. full twenty thousand. III Blancandrins was a pagan very wise. Document scanning provided by R. scanning machines. I have no host in battle him to prove. In vassalage he was a gallant knight. also his dukes: "My Lords.93*END* The Song of Roland Translated by C. give ear to our impending doom: That Emperour. time. AOI. of th' Castle of Val Funde. he invokes Apollin's aid. Now no fortress against him doth remain. Maley. edited. public domain etexts. us to confuse. August 1995. royalty free copyright licenses. Mahumet's man. Marsile its King. Charles of France the Douce. Proofreading by R. Money should be paid to "Project Gutenberg Association / Illinois Benedictine College".
to each his fair domain. And Blancandrin." AOI. When they are gone. that is so big with pride. and do him fealty. And Priamun and Guarlan of the beard. With Jouner. four hundred mules load high. Time will go by. our loyal oath to bind. "Gentle Barons. to Charlemagne go ye." the pagans say. should he demand surety. and pass the appointed day. sev'n hundred camelry. that in the wind doth sway. the first-born of our wives. Better by far they go. To Aix. The Frankish host you'll see them all away. Than that ourselves lose this clear land of Spain. Better by far their heads be shorn away. And Machiner and his uncle Mahee. were first in felony. Franks will retire to France their own terrain. Than that ourselves do suffer grief and pain. From th' hostage he'll slice their heads away. Send hostages. his friend and his ally. Malbien from over sea. I say. Estramarin and Eudropin his peer. And be ourselves brought down to beggary. You shall receive and hold the Christian rite. Lions and bears and hounds for him provide. I'll surely furnish mine. Faithful service. V The council ends. Send him our sons. though doomed to die. Tidings of us no Frank will hear or say. Ten or a score. Till with that wealth he pays his soldiery. homeward he will him hie. and cruel his courage. War hath he waged in Spain too long a time. good reason to decree: Ten hath he called. Follow him there before Saint Michael's tide. And by this beard. So be it. in France. . Thousand mewed hawks. IV Says Blancandrins: "By my right hand.6 And thus he spoke: "Do not yourself affright! Yield to Carlun. and that King Marsilie Calleth aside Clarun of Balaguee." "That is well said. High festival will hold for Saint Michael. -An he be slain. Stand honour bound. Fifty wagons his wrights will need supply. Silver and gold. Proud is that King. In his Chapelle at Aix will Charles stay. Than that we lose honour and dignity.
Gifts of a King. Olive-branches in your right hands bearing. I will receive the rite of christening." Says Blancandrins: "Much good will come of this. I'll give you all your need. Ere this new moon wanes. he'll have. I shall be with him. His catapults have battered town and tow'r. Came they to Charle. In your right hands bear olive-branches green Which signify Peace and Humility. In that city there is no pagan now But he been slain. There too Gerin and Geriers are found. Silver and gold and many a jewelled gown." the pagans straight agree. saddled in silver clear. Great good treasure his knights have placed in pound. or takes the Christian vow. that holds all France in fee." AOI. AOI. if so he will. Bridled with gold. my lords.7 He is in siege of Cordres the city. the King of Suatilie. Will be his man. The Emperour is in a great orchard ground Where Oliver and Rollant stand around. my love and faith swearing. Gefreid d'Anjou. Yet cannot guard himself from treachery. VIII Merry and bold is now that Emperour. . Says to his men : "Go now. VII Ten snow-white mules then ordered Marsilie. the walls are tumbled down. Mounted them those that should the message speak. Sansun the Duke and Anseis the proud." "We have enough. In his God's name to shew me his mercy. Bid ye for me that Charlemagne. VI King Marsilies. Hostages too. his council finishing. you'll have your fill of me. the King. One thousand men shall be my following. Cordres he holds. Silver and gold. AOI. that bears his gonfaloun. If you by craft contrive to set me free. In their right hands were olive-branches green. Manors and fiefs. to him.
Though he be slain. -Chequers the old. Ten shall you take. To your palace seigneurial when you go. There sits the King. at his leisure he spoke. "Hostages he'll show. for wisdom most renowned. Hasty in speech he never was. 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. He says to them: "Good tidings have you told. . IX The foremost word of all Blancandrin spake. come out of France the Douce. And in salute full courteously they lout. l Stands a fald-stool. Thousand mewed hawks. Fifteen thousand. that holds Douce France in pow'r. The All Glorious. And to the King: "May God preserve you safe. such store of proved assay. White is his beard. Should any seek. Wherewith full tale your soldiers you can pay. X That Emperour inclined his head full low. on foot they get them down. and blossoming-white his crown. In what measure of faith am I to hold?" That Sarrazin says. Lions and bears. is seen a mighty crowd. began to meditate. Any there be you'll have more nobly born. When he looks up. On white carpets those knights have sate them down. Beneath a pine. fashioned of gold throughout. While fence the young and lusty bachelours. but slow: His custom was. no need to point him out. AOI. or fifteen or a score. his countenance is proud. his face is very bold. Shapely his limbs. and greyhounds leashed on chain. These very words you have before me told. a son of mine shall go. King Marsilies hath ever been my foe. he'll follow too that way. Four hundred mules his silver shall convey." That Emperour t'wards God his arms he raised Lowered his head. in eglantine embow'red. The messengers. At the game-boards to pass an idle hour. Fifty wagons you'll need to bear away Golden besants. Out of his wealth meet presents would he make. Now in this land you've been too long a day Hie you to France. Thus saith my Lord.8 Where they are found. sev'n hundred dromedrays.
beneath a pine he sits." AOI. Darkling they lie till comes the clear daylight. AOI. Out of his wealth he'll give me weighty masses. a thousand chivalry. which ended ill. And Oliver. My Lord hath said. That Emperour does with the morning rise. Barons he calls. And among them the Count Rollant came in. Those ten men's mules in stall he bade them tie. He'll follow me to Aix. and his nephew Henry. also Gerin. that God for you hath wrought. that wrought the treachery. Richard the old. Franks out of France. Fifty wagons. Charles." Answers him Charles: "Still may he heal his soul. his council to begin: Oger the Duke. Those messengers had lodging for the night. Guenes came there. Calls his barons. Thousand mewed hawks and seven hundred camels. . good counsel to define.9 At Michael's Feast. The Council then began. Greyhounds on leash and bears and lions also." says the Emperour then. "King Marsilies hath sent me his messages. AOI. From Gascony the proof Count Acolin. There is he fain the Christian faith to know. For with his Franks he's ever of a mind. But into France demands he my departure. called in periculo. Also a tent in the orchard raise on high. that Archbishop Turpin. XIII "My Lords Barons. Forth goes that King. XI Clear shone the sun in a fair even-tide. and stays beneath a pine. Dozen serjeants served after them aright. XII That Emperour. Matins and Mass are said then in his sight. yea more than fifty drawing. thither will he follow Ev'n to your baths. where is my Castle. so proof and so gentil. Tedbald of Reims and Milun his cousin: With him there were Gerers. Four hundred mules with gold Arabian charged.
The Count Rollanz. All your life long. he never will agree." . War have you waged. And took Valterne. but only Guenelun Springs to his feet. his nephew not one. and hold from me his marches.10 There he'll receive the law of our Salvation: Christian he'll be. Counsel of pride is wrong: we've fought enough. that King Marsiliun. My word nor theirs. And to the King: "Believe not any one. You of your Franks a Council did decree. Throughout all Spain your writ alone shall run Next he'll receive our rule of Christendom Who shall advise. I conquer'd you Noples also Commibles. lie in siege. Since he sends word. Good word nor bad." AOI. Quick to reply. and Sezilie. Praised they your words that foolish were in deed. and comes before Carlun. so on to war proceed. Bearing in hand their olive-branches green: Who. if need be. since all to death must come. But I know not what purpose in his heart is. he springs upon his feet. Basan was one. Two of your Counts did to the pagan speed. XIV That Emperour hath ended now his speech. his beard his fingers tug. To Sarraguce lead forth your great army. and all the land of Pine. Franks hold their peace. He clasps his chin. Vengeance for those the felon slew to wreak. And to the King. Seven years since. Traitor in all his ways was Marsilies. Homage he'll do. Of his pagans he sent you then fifteen. these very words did speak. "Believe not Marsilie. and with the wise be one. when into Spain came we. this bidding be not done. XV That Emperour he sits with lowering front. ev'n as now. Deserves not death. and the other Basilie: Their heads he took on th' hill by Haltilie." Then say the Franks: "Beseems us act with caution!" AOI. Leave we the fools. save whence your good shall come. Right haughtily his reason he's begun. And Balaguet. by finger and by thumb. and Tuele.
"For your courage is fierce unto the end. Let this great war no longer now endure. for none hath called you up. If the King wills it I might go there well. The dozen peers by that would stand condemned." Franks utter in their turn. By this white beard. Nay. I say. Give me therefore the wand. His castles all in ruin have you hurled. Sinners were they that would to war return. shall that way wend. And to the King: "Now rightly have you heard Guenes the Count." XVIII "My lords barons. and all his cities burned. Better vassal there was not in the world. you'll not.11 AOI. Vanquished his men. by this beard. I am afraid you would misapprehend." Answers the King: "Be silent both on bench. you'd seen them all silent. the third. Your feet nor his. XVII "My lords barons. For seven years you've lingered in this land ." "Well said the Duke." "Certes. Go sit you down. and as these cheeks are rough. XVI And after him came Neimes out. Franks hold their peace. Says to the King: "In peace now leave your Franks." says Oliver his friend. Wisdom was there. say whom now can we send To th' Sarrazin that Sarraguce defends?" Answers Rollanz: "I might go very well." Answers the King: "Old man of wisdom pruff. what answer he returned. With catapults his ramparts have you burst. Him who entreats your pity do not spurn. say whom shall we send up To Sarraguce. King Marsilies in war is overturned. XIX Turpins of Reins is risen from his rank. AOI. You'll not this year so far from me remove. With hostages his faith he would secure. also the glove. that you have seen grow blench. to King Marsiliun?" Answers Duke Neimes: "I'll go there for your love. but let it well be heard.
" And that count Guenes is very full of anguish. to Marsiliun I travel. AOI. So let him go. Thou hast decreed. sparkled. his eyes with colour." says the Emperour then. To Marsilie shall carry back my answer. Charles commnds that I do his decree. But some wise man." When Rollanz heard. I'll follow thee with such a force of passion That will endure so long as life may last thee. Says to Rollant: "Fool." Answers Rollanz: "Thou'rt full of pride and madness." That Emperour answers intolerant: "Go. And on his feet stands clear in silken garment." AOI. This mighty wrath of mine I'll thus let free. If the King will. Then if God grant that I return hereafter. Thou'rt not my man. I will seek out the Spanish Sarazand. nor am I lord of thee. Off from his neck he flings the pelts of marten. I'm ready to go rather. Charles. Proud face he had. XX "Franks. "Choose ye me out a baron from my marches.12 They have endured much pain and sufferance." Then says Rollanz: "There's Guenes. To Sarraguce going to Marsilie. For I believe his thoughts I understand. wherefore art so wrathful? All men know well that I am thy goodfather. I take no thought for slander. chevaliers. XXII When Guenes sees that Rollant laughs at it. Fine limbs he had. until that I command. also the wand. there's none you should send rather. should bear the answer. began to laugh for glee. . There I will work a little trickery. And speak no more. All men know well. surely. my goodfather." AOI. to me the clove. sit you down on yonder silken mat. Give. his ribs were broadly arched So fair he seemed that all the court regarded." Answer the Franks: "For he can wisely manage. XXI Answers him Guene: "Thou shalt not go for me. Sire.
I?" Then said the King "In Jesu's Name and mine!" . When he should take. "You'll soon have news enow." says Guene. yet have I no warrant Basile had none nor his brother Basant. as you bid. And I've a son. also the wand. Sire. for rage he's like to split." XXVI "Now. you see me where you sit." Answers him Charles: "Your heart is too humane. so long as I'm a man. Whence who goes there returns no more again. " all this is from Rollanz. Right Emperour. All I defy. who goes at his right hand. he'll look for me in vain. I'll not love him. And take from me the glove. But the count Guenes elsewhere would fain be found ." "And go I can. as in your sight I stand. XXIII "To Sarraguce I must repair. Now certainly you go when I command." Guenes said. why need I linger. you're chosen by the Franks. XXIV Then says the King: "Guenes." "Lordings. For you have heard. men say he shews the knightly strain. there is no prettier swain: Baldwin. before me stand." answers Guenes." "Sire." AOI. Your sister's hand in marriage have I ta'en. time is to start amain. for they are of his band. A little more. and he has lost his wit: Says to that count: "I love you not a bit. Nor Oliver. The dozen peers. 'tis plain. "give me your orders. To him I leave my honours and domain.13 Such grief he has. Since I must go." XXV His right hand glove that Emperour holds out. I will your word accomplish. Care well for him. it falls upon the ground. AOI." Then says the King: "Over intolerant. When I command. Murmur the Franks: "God! What may that mean now? By this message great loss shall come about. A false judgement you bore me when you chid.
Cunning and keen they speak then. XXVII Guenes the count goes to his hostelry. his charger. His uncle holds the stirrup. And Pinabel. Sire. and halts beneath a tree. XXIX Says Blancandrins "Gentle the Franks are found. Says Blancandrins: "Charles. what a man is he. Finds for the road his garments and his gear. and on his way goes he. Yet a great wrong these dukes do and these counts . His rights accord and help him in his need. each to each. Never was man against him might succeed. On my behalf my gentle wife you'll greet. he should not so have deemed. indeed! In the King's court these many years you've been. With Blancandrins. To th' Holy Pope restored again his fee. they say that have you seen. my lords. Guinemere. Who conquered Puille and th'whole of Calabrie. shall he lead. All of the best he takes that may appear: Spurs of fine gold he fastens on his feet. And to his side Murgles his sword of steel. Then you had seen so many knights to weep. And Baldewin. On Tachebrun. my son.Rides down the road. who abides his company. What seeks he now of us in our country?" Then answers Guene "So great courage hath he. you soon shall speed." -. Knowing you were born of very noble breed. who is my friend and peer. Who all exclaim: "Unlucky lord." AOI. To France the Douce." After they say: "Us too. AOI. Then to his care the wand and brief confides. whom you have seen. XXVIII Guenes canters on. Where Sarrazins assembled he may see. The Count Rollant. Into England he crossed the bitter sea.14 With his right hand he has absolved and signed. Noble vassal. He that for you this journey has decreed King Charlemagne will never hold him dear. next he leaps." Then answers Guenes: "Not so. the Lord be pleased! Far better one than many knights should bleed.
Twenty thousand of Sarrazins his train. for men he'll never want. Cantered so far by valley and by plain To Sarraguce beneath a cliff they came. There was the King that held the whole of Espain. His nephew came. "Of all earth's kings I bring you here the crowns. XXXII Blancandrin comes before Marsiliun. without Only Rollanz. With what people takes he this task in hand?" And answers Guene: "The people of the Franks. till they might hear the tale. Nor was there one but did his speech contain. Held in his hand an apple red and round. XXX Says Blancandrins: "A cruel man. shall peace once more abound. in sark of iron brown. Says to the King "Lord save you. There a fald-stool stood in a pine-tree's shade. fair Sire. Once in the shade the King had sate him down. Holding the hand of county Guenelun. Each day t'wards death he goes a little down. Chargers and mules. Spoils he had won." His cruel pride must shortly him confound. being in counsel proud. Sire. beyond by Carcasoune." AOI. Enveloped all in Alexandrin veils." said Rollanz as he bowed. XXXI Cantered so far then Blancandrins and Guene Till each by each a covenant had made And sought a plan. garments and silken mats. From hence to the East he'll conquer sea and land. how Rollant might be slain.15 Unto their lord. Rollant. whom shame will yet find out. Mahum And Apollin. Haste into sight then Blancandrins and Guene. And challenges the peace of every land. Him and themselves they harry and confound. whose holy laws here run! . "Behold." AOI." Guenes replies: "There is none such. They love him so. Eager for news. When he be slain. Silver and gold he show'rs upon his band. The King himself holds all by his command. That would bring down to bondage every man.
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." Guenes says. Two fingers' width from scabbard bares the blade. but answer made he none. On the faldstoel Marsillies took his seat. and shortly slain." said Marsile: "We'll hear him. And yield in fee one half the lands of Spain. And to the King: "May God preserve you safe. Judged and condemned you'll be. From him you'll hear if peace shall be." "Speak." says the alcaliph: "When on this Frank your vengeance you would wreak. XXXV Then Sarrazins implored him so." "Sire. Guenes beholds: his sword in hand he takes.16 Your message we delivered to Charlun. His feathered dart he brandishes and shakes. Cunning and keen began at length. Praising his God. with golden feathers gay. AOI. He made to strike: they turned aside his aim. that out of France is come. every one. . XXXIV King Marsilies is turn'ed white with rage. Taken by force and bound in iron chain You will be brought before his throne at Aix. the chiefs. If to accord this tribute you disdain. to whom we're bound to pray Proud Charlemagne this message bids me say: You must receive the holy Christian Faith. "to suffer I am meek." King Marsilies was very sore afraid. Snatching a dart. Yes. Greatest in wealth. you will die in misery and shame. And says to it: "O clear and fair and brave. or none." AOI." "Let us prevent this fight:" the pagans say. He sends you here his noblest born barun. Before this King in court we'll so behave. Rather you should listen to hear him speak. "Greatly you harm our cause. Both his two hands he raised against the sun. and spake Even as one that knoweth well the way. XXXIII But the count Guenes did deeply meditate. The All Glorious.
Tried there and judged. Our Emperour has sent you here this brief. So wrong he was. his nephew. I will that wrong requite. If I would save my body now alive. he draws his sword outright. He breaks the seal and casts the wax aside. Says to the King: "In madness spoke this wight. I must despatch my uncle the alcalyph. In his right hand he grasps the golden hilt. What Charlemagne. XXXVII Now Marsilies. These he throws down. and bind you hands and feet." After. XXXVI Before the King's face Guenes drawing near Says to him "Sire. Bidden to hold the Christians' right belief. should this land its treasure pile in heaps. sees what the King did write: "Charles commands. of Franks the chief. Nay. Take you by force. If you will not to Charles this tribute cede. But I will tell. Bear you outright ev'n unto Aix his seat. to spare him were not right." Guenes had on a cloke of sable skin. there speaks his son to Marsilye. One half of Spain he'll render as your fief The rest Rollanz. and Sarraguce besiege. The pagans say. I bear in mind his bitter grief and ire.17 I will not fail. by Charles. Flung you will be on a vile sumpter-beast. this. Jennet nor mule." He's given it into the pagan's nief. who holds all France by might. Leave him to me. Proud parcener in him you'll have indeed. Looks in the brief. To you he'll come. shall receive. Whose heads I took on th' hill by Haltilye. But not his sword. come cantering in your speed. . for all the gold God keeps. wherefore this rage and fear? Seeing you are. he'll not leave hold of it. is turn'ed white with ire. that Royal Majesty. And over it a veil Alexandrin. "A noble baron. they're held by Blancandrin. 'Tis of Basan and 's brother Basilye." When Guenes hears." AOI. so long as I be free. Bids me inform his mortal enemy. your head you will not keep. beneath that pine. Charles will not love me ever otherwise. Against the trunk he stands. You will not then on palfrey nor on steed.
" says then King Marsilie. me. as 'tis said. I shewed my great fury. his time is nearly spent. his uncle and his friend. And Blancandrins there shews his snowy hair." AOI. Of Charlemagne I wish to hear you tell. And through the orchard straight to the King they wend. His great valour how can it be counted? Him with such grace hath God illumined. Says Blancandrins: "Summon the Frank again. XXXIX "Fair Master Guenes. There is no man that sees and knows him well But will proclaim the Emperour's hardihead. Better to die than leave his banneret. In our service his faith to me he's pledged. AOI. He's very old. the truth to ken. was the King's son and heir. And the alcaliph." Guene answers him: "I'll not refuse it. Making to strike. Remain untold. Minded I am to love you very well. These sable skins take as amends from me.18 XXXVIII The King is gone into that orchard then. What time from war will he draw back instead?" And answers Guenes: "Not so was Charles bred. And Jursalet. And so rich kings he's brought to beg their bread. Five hundred pounds would not their worth redeem. Of treason there make lawless parliament. To-morrow night the gift shall ready be. Praise him as best I may. XL Then says Marsile "Guenes. May God be pleased to shew you His mercy." He's taken Guenes by his right finger-ends. "I did you now a little trickery. when all is said." Then says the King: "So let him now be fetched." XLI The pagan says: "You make me marvel sore . So many blows his buckled shield has shed. Two hundred years he's lived now. honour and goodness yet. Through many lands his armies he has led. With him he takes the best among his men.
" AOI.19 At Charlemagne. he holds no man in terror. When will time come that he draws back from war?" "Never. believe me if you will. count Rollant. To the Emperour such wealth of treasure give That every Frank at once is marvelling. that King. When will time come that he from war draws back?" "Never. . These are his guard. Dead are the counts. with other thousands twenty. Charles will behold his great pride perishing. Leave you the fools." says Marsilies the King. He has gone forth and conquered many a land. Such blows hath borne from many a trenchant lance. fairer than tongue can sing. who is so old and hoar. "so long as lives Rollanz. I understand. as I think. whom Charl'es holds so precious. who hoary is and blanched. "Such men are mine. XLIII "Fair Master Guenes. wise counsel following. Charles is secure. These are his guards. Vanquished and slain of kings so rich a band. Oliver his comrade. he fears no living man. Two hundred years. So many blows from spears and lances borne. Of knights I can four hundred thousand bring So I may fight with Franks and with their King. XLII Says Sarrazin: "My wonder yet is grand At Charlemagne. And proof also. For battle then he'll have no more the skill." says Guene. that courteous paladin. The dozen peers he cherishes at hand. he's lived and more. In the rereward will follow after him Both his nephew. And proof also is Oliver his henchman." AOI." says Guenes. And so rich kings brought down to beg and sorn. they say. "so long as lives his nephew. No such vassal goes neath the dome of heaven. From hence to the East there is no such vassal." Answers him Guenes: "Not on this journeying Save of pagans a great loss suffering. And Oliver. Two hundred years and more. For twenty men that you shall now send in To France the Douce he will repair. with twenty thousand Franks. So many lands he's led his armies o'er. Charles is secure. The dozen peers.
" says then King Marsilie. as you say. that rich peer." On the relics. In it their laws. Bruised and bled white the race of Franks shall be. Though there remained his marvellous great host. So. how Rollant slain may be. Mahum's and Tervagant's. Charle's right arm were from his body torn. Next he begins to undo his treasure-store." Marsile has heard. first or last. in the rear. AOI. XLVII Was a fald-stool there. the Spanish Sarazand." Answers him Guenes: "That will I soon make clear The King will cross by the good pass of Size. AOI. Twenty thousand Franks in their company Five score thousand pagans upon them lead. He's sworn thereby.but now what more said they? -"No faith in words by oath unbound I lay. made of olifant. Franks unawares in battle you shall meet. A guard he'll set behind him. I do not say. Swear me the death of Rollant on that day. XLVI Said Marsilie -. Treason he's sworn." Then answered Guene: "So be it. And Oliver. are in his sword Murgles. . You will have wrought a high chivalrous deed. he's kissed him on the throat. A book thereon Marsilies bade them plant. and with speed. His nephew there. Nor all your life know war again. but yours shall also bleed. Battle again deliver. from Rollant you'll be freed. AOI. Terra Major would languish in repose. He'ld not again assemble in such force. XLIV Fair Master Guene. in whom he well believes. "Shew the device. count Rollant.20 AOI. XLV "Could one achieve that Rollant's life was lost. but peace. forsworn his faith away.
Here for your wife I have two brooches found. that guards his treasure. And verily he'll slay him if he can. for here is plenty Silver and gold on hundred camels seven. fair sir. kissed each the other one. he's said to Guenelun. And twenty men." Count Guenes answered him.21 In the rereward if he shall find Rollant. on Rollant the marquis." Guenes the count answers: "It shall-be done. say. the gentlest under heaven. and better sword has none. "I love you well. AOI. Your Emperour has none such. More worth are they than all the wealth of Roum. Into the hilt a thousand coins are run. To you. "Take now this sword. cheek and chin. Warden had been to King Marsiliun. XLIX After there came a pagan." said she to the count. Bramimound. But give us aid. Battle to himself and all his band. On mouth and cheek then each the other kissed. By what device we may dishonour bring." Then. Smiling and clear." "It shall be done." . is it now made ready?" He answers him: "Ay. better is none than this. "For prize you dear my lord and all around. I'll be bound. Amethysts and jacynths in golden mount. Give us your aid from Rollant the barun. Smiling and clear to Guenelun begins: "Take now my helm. and in his hosen pouched. And answered Guenes: "So be it. Climorins. L In haste there came the Queen forth. as you command!" AOI. That in rereward against him we may come. I offer it in love. AOI. LI The King now calls Malduiz." He's taken them. XLVIII In haste there came a pagan Valdabrun. "Tribute for Charles. sir. Sire.
This great tribute present you first to Charles. The Count Rollanz had broken it and ta'en. Charging ten mules with fine Arabian gold. Then get me placed Rollanz in the rereward. Mattins and Mass he's heard. with very cunning air. LII Marsilie's arm Guene's shoulder doth enfold. Proud Marsilies bade me this word declare That alcaliph. And twenty men. new year and old. AOI. and on his journey starts. Guenes arrived. Of Guenelun the King for news is fain. If him I find in valley or in pass. very great and rare. Neimes the Duke. LIII That Emperour draws near to his domain. look after them with care. At dawn of day. by the law that you most sacred hold. and many others there. Tribute I bring you. Where Rollant stood and that bold Oliver.22 AOI. Begins to speak. On the green grass before the tent his chair. LIV In morning time is risen the Emperere. closed helms that gleamed in the air. the felon perjurer. his uncle. I swear! Of Sarraguce the keys to you I bear. and made his prayer. Now. AOI. And for tribute from the great land of Spain. In hauberks dressed. Sire. just as the light grows plain. My own eyes saw four hundred thousand there. Take then the keys of this city so large. Into their camp is come the county Guene. An hundred years its ruins shall remain. He's said to him: "You are both wise and bold. And golden hilts upon their swords they bare. Battle I'll give him that shall be the last. . Let not your heart in our behalf grow cold! Out of my store I'll give you wealth untold. Says to the King: "God keep you." Answers him Guenes: "My time is nearly past. you must spare. I'll do the same for you." His charger mounts. He is come down unto the city Gailne.
they will no more appear. through those wide valleys raced. Lances made sharp. Her castles ta'en. her cities violated. Hauberks they wore and sarks with iron plated. LV Charles the Great that land of Spain had wasted. Then were they drowned. will do you homage there. Were he alive. In his two hands his ashen spear he sees. escutcheons newly painted: There in the mists beyond the peaks remained The day of doom four hundred thousand waited. For Christendom they've neither wish nor care." Bids through the host a thousand trumpets blare. Joining his hands.23 They followed him. Brandishes it and twists it with such ease. the darkness is grown deep. Then said the King. Swords to their sides were girt. the sumpter-beasts are yare T'wards France the Douce all on their way repair. LVI Passes the day. The Franks in camp through all that country baited. Sire. their helms were laced. I swear! Well have you wrought. LVII . ere Brake from the North tempest and storm in the air. Charles sleeps on nor wakens from his dream. Guenes the count that spear from him doth seize. The pagan king. Kingdom of Spain will hold as you declare. But the fourth league they had not compassed. High on a cliff against the sky 'twas placed. Ere you have seen one month pass of this year He'll follow you to France. that would their faith forswear. Upon a lance Rollant his ensign raised. and rich reward shall wear. He will accept the laws you hold and fear. lies asleep. That flown into the sky the flinders seem. Dreams that he stands in the great pass of Size. God! what a grief. right to the sea they'll fare. bids you hear. Towards Douce France that Emperour has hasted." Then says the King: "Now God be praised. Franks know not what is fated. Cantered pagans. rich Charles. AOI. Marsile they left. to your Empire. Franks leave their lines. in truth. That Emperour. his war was now abated. AOI. I should have brought him here.
24 And after this another vision saw." AOI. Rollanz. Charles the King will never lose by me. Since the rereward you have for me decreed." Answers him Guenes: "I know." AOI. he looks upon him straight. LIX The count Rollanz hath heard himself decreed. of Denmark. Sir. I ought to hold you dear. Jennet nor mule that canter can with speed. in his Chapelle once more. In France. And furiously the leopard next he fought. who shall in rereward wait. But then there dashed a harrier from the hall. "You've no baron whose valour is as great. But my sword's point shall first exact their meed. Speaks then to Guenes by rule of courtesy: "Good-father. His body dear did savagely assault. Out of Ardennes he saw a leopard stalk. AOI. Charles sleeps on. And who shall go before me in the gate?" "Oger is here. "You've no baron were better in that place. Yet which might win they knew not. Nor sumpter-horse will lose." answers Guenes. LX When Rollant heard that he should be rerewarden . First the right ear of that grim bear he caught. That his right arm an evil bear did gnaw. 'tis true in-deed." "There's my good-son. in his thought. And says to him: "You devil incarnate. nor any steed. "Ye see the pass along these valleys strait. Of battle great the Franks then seemed to talk. LVIII Passes the night and opens the clear day. at Aix. Looks through the host often and everyway. That Emperour canters in brave array. nor charger nor palfrey." then answers Guenes. "My lords barons." at length doth Charles say. nor wakens he for aught. Leaping in the air he sped to Charles call. Into your heart is come a mortal hate. As I know well. Judge for me now." When the King hears.
" That Emperour with lowered front doth stand. Go through the pass in all security. Old Anseis." Gives it. and Sansun too came there.25 Furiously he spoke to his good-father: "Aha! culvert. begotten of a bastard. Also Gerins and the proud count Geriers. Neer in reproach. LXIV The count Rollanz has mounted his charger. when he received the wand. Beside him came his comrade Oliver. "Give me the bow you carry in your hand. I know. Gerart also of Rossillon the fierce. . LXI "Right Emperour. No baron else have you. As then from thee the wand fell before Charles?" AOI. Rollanz then calleth he: "Fair nephew mine. if I fail in the deed! Good valiant Franks." says the baron Rollanz. at first. a thousand score I'll keep." Then says the count: "I will not have them. his chin is in his hand Tears fill his eyes. the King. he cannot them command. LXIII That Emperour. your safeguard this shall be. me I Confound me God. Retain you them. and also Berengiers. Then find him men. would do that work. will any man Say that it fell and lay upon the land. He tugs his beard. Give him the bow your hands have bent. As Guenes let fall. and Rollant bears it furth. LXII And after that is come duke Neimes furth." AOI. Thinkest the glove will slip from me hereafter. Half of my host I leave you presently. his company are worth. know this in verity. While I'm alive there's no man you need fear. And Otes came. (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. For that on him the rereward is conferred.
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,
a pagan Esturganz. Felons were these. pride to make less. Before Marsile he cries amid the press: "To Rencesvals I go." AOI. Estramariz also. Then said Marsile: "My Lords. LXXVI From the other part. whom we descend upon. Find I Rollanz. We will assault Olivier and Rollant. See here my sword. Give me your aid. before me stand! Into the pass ye'll go to Rencesvals. LXXIV From the other part. No more on earth his crown will he put on. Of good vassals will Charles be richly bled. . To Rencesvals. to meet Rollanz I'll go. was his comrade. He was a count. that land was his as well. Christians he would them massacre. that is both good and long With Durendal I'll lay it well across. he'll not bear thence his head. Turgis of Turtelose. and traitors miscreant. and Chares be right sad. The dozen peers condemned are to death. Day shall not dawn but Charles will make his plaint. Escremiz of Valtrenne. Before Marsile among the rest is gone. Charles the old will suffer grief and wrong. A Sarrazin." They answer him: "Sire. and France lie deserted. In scalding blood we'll dye their blades scarlat. with death I'll him acquaint." LXXV From the other part. Franks shall be slain. and thither lead my band. with shields and lances brave. every one. Franks shall be slain. even as you command.29 A thousand score. then fame in field we'll own. Franks shall be slain. Find I Rollanz." AOI. Serve we him well. that city was his own. From death he'll find his warranty in none. Nor Oliver that hath the others led. Says to the King: "Let not dismay be shewn! Mahum's more worth than Saint Peter of Rome. Ye'll hear betimes to which the prize is gone. The dozen peers from death have no warrant. For these our swords are trusty and trenchant.
Right to the ground his hair swept either way. Chemubles of Muneigre. with his great blossoming beard. Was no pagan of such high chivalry. In a fir-wood their gear they ready make. or trust me not again. Who keenly press. beneath their load that strain. Who looks on him. to the sea. Till we can lie in th' burgh of Saint Denise." The dozen peers are. Says Chemubles "My sword is in its place. Five score thousand of Sarrazins they take. away. Ere a year pass. King Marsilie! To Rencesvals I go. God's curse on it was plain. The very stones were black upon that plain. Franks shall be slain. I'll fall on him. nor grew there any grain. Day shall not dawn but brings him rage and grief. At Rencesvals scarlat I will it stain. To Charles the old." The pagan king has bowed his head down deep. No sun shone there. I got in gift from the admiral of Primes. with him her heart is pleased. and France a desert made. Who holds the land by Cadiz. truly you'll see all that Yea. whose hilt is gold indeed. above them all cries he. No dew fell there. nor any shower of rain. Find I Rollanz the proud upon my way. at this word. And many say that devils there remain. the Emperour we'll give into your hand. Comes through the press. all France we shall have seized. "Be not at all dismayed. AOI. And Durendal I'll conquer with this blade. When she beholds. he Nor Oliver may scape alive from me. In scarlat blood I pledge it shall be steeped. Franks shall be slain. For his beauty the ladies hold him dear. and on to battle haste. The dozen peers are doomed to martyry. Come there. and Rollanz. See here the sword. LXXVIII From the other part. He for a jest would bear a heavier weight Than four yoked mules. Sir King. and France abased be. she can but smile for glee. That land he had." LXXVII Running there came Margariz of Sibile.30 Terra Major we'll give into your hand. LXXIX .
cease. the Franks its echo hear. more proud to seem. Fair shines the sun. Fine shields they have. Evil example will never come of me. blue. their hauberks orfreyed." Answers the count Rollanz: "Olivier. Their chargers mount. LXXX Oliver mounts upon a lofty peak. They've left their mules behind. That folded are. Their helmets gleam." Answers Rollanz :"God grant us then the fee! For our King's sake well must we quit us here. Also their swords. And Sarrazins. That man is my good-father. And white. I believe. their ensigns take the breeze. come out of Spain. and spears Valentinese. Man for his lord should suffer great disease. Also their shields. Kingdom of Spain he sees before him spread. to see: "What sound is this. hold thy peace. red." LXXXI Upon a peak is Oliver mounted. What hauberks bright. He knew it. and their palfreys. So evil songs neer sung of us shall be. the day is bright and clear. Great is the noise. the traitor and the thief. So many there.31 Ready they make hauberks Sarrazinese. we hear. and burning heat. Rank beyond rank could not be numbered. Guenes. He calls Rollanz. the greater part. Now must we each lay on most hardily. so many gathered. Light bums again from all their polished gear. His hair and skin should offer up at need. The pagan tribes approaching there appear. and canter knee by knee. In his own heart he's sore astonished. Most bitter cold endure. Says Oliver: "Companion. Looks to his right along the valley green. his companion. Sarrazins now in battle must we meet. no measure could he set. Gird on their swords of tried steel Viennese. with gold are jewelled. ensigns on spears fixed. Who chose us out before the King our chief. in three. Fast as he could. And they lace on good helms Sarragucese. down from the peak hath sped . Pagans are wrong: Christians are right indeed. A thousand horns they sound. what helmets these that gleam? They'll smite our Franks with fury past belief." AOI.
then perish one and all. Felon pagans are gathered to their shame. I pledge you now. While of us Franks but very few I count. I pledge you now. their bright brown spearheads shone. With my good sword that by my side doth sway. LXXXIV "Comrade Rollanz. If Charles hear. Will succour us our King and baronage. Lords of the Franks. For my misdeed shall kinsmen hear the blame." "Never. . Till bloodied o'er you shall behold the blade." then answers him Rollanz. your horn I pray you sound! If Charles hear. the Franks. God keep you in valour! So hold your ground. I say. sound the olifant. they'll turn again. AOI. That laced helms and shining hauberks wore.32 Comes to the Franks." AOI." LXXXV "Comrade Rollanz. Never on earth did any man see more. we be not overborne!" Then say the Franks "Shame take him that goes off: If we must die. to death they're doomed to-day. Battle we'll have as never was before. LXXXII Says Oliver: "Pagans from there I saw. In blood the blade. he'll turn his armies round. LXXXIII Says Oliver: "Pagans in force abound. Gainst us their shields an hundred thousand bore. I pray. Comrade Rollanz. bolt upright. by God. Nor France the Douce fall into evil fame! Rather stout blows with Durendal I'll lay. And. Felon pagans to th' pass shall not come down. to them his tale hath said. I pledge you now. the host he'll turn again. once sound your olifant! If Charles hear." Answers Rollanz: "A fool I should be found. where in the pass he stands. by God. to death they all are bound. to its golden hilt. With Durendal I'll lay on thick and stout. In France the Douce would perish my renown. I'll drown." Answers Rollanz: "Never.
That for pagans I took my horn in hand! Never by me shall men reproach my clan. Never by me shall Frankish valour fail! Rather I'll die than shame shall me attain." LXXXVII Pride hath Rollanz. wisdom Olivier hath. Says Oliver: "Behold and see. like vassals brave they'll stand. Never.33 "Shall it be said by any living man. from us the assault. That Emperour. And both of them shew marvellous courage. Good are the counts. by hundred. we should not fear damage. More fierce he's found than lion or leopard. please God His Angels and His Saints. The Franks he calls. ." LXXXVI Says Oliver: "In this I see no blame. and lofty their language. From us the blows shall come. comrade." Answers Rollanz: "My anger is inflamed. Felon pagans come cantering in their wrath. the Emperour's love to gain. We have of men a very little tale. Therefore strike on. I have beheld the Sarrazins of Spain. LXXXVIII When Rollant sees that now must be combat. Of Durendal bloodied you'll see the brand. A muster great they've made." AOI. In sorrow there you'll see the whole rereward. who left us Franks on guard. and Oliver commands: "Now say no more. nor thou." Answers Rollanz: "Utter not such outrage! Evil his heart that is in thought coward! We shall remain firm in our place installed. my friends. this people strange. does no more afterward. These are right near. Who does this deed. Covered with them. Franks are good men. And blows lay on. Spanish men from death have no warrant. Nay. by thousand. Rollanz. On the olifant deign now to sound a blast. Were the King here. but Charles is very far. and all the farthest plains. Only look up towards the Pass of Aspre. The wastes I saw. the mountains and the vales. once they have donned their arms. Rather they'd die than from the battle pass. Once they are horsed. When I am come into the battle grand.
So. And the Archbishop has signed them with God's seal. now clearly have you seen That Guenelun hath got us by deceit. much wealth is his to keep. and all his flesh be scarred. so brave. That Emperour vengeance for us must wreak. King Marsilies hath bargained for us cheap. who has it afterward Noble vassal's he well may say it was. good blows to strike he bids. And next they mount upon their chargers keen. That Archbishop God's Benediction gives. Gold hath he ta'en. sermon to them begins: "My lords barons. and stand upon their feet. and I with Durendal. upon the ground are lit. galloping. I'll absolution give So." The Franks dismount. Strike with thy lance. well may we die for him: To Christendom good service offering. And well he knows. Of bitter cold and great heat bear the smart. He goes. Man for his lord should suffer with good heart. though you die. At the sword's point he yet shall pay our meed. blest martyrs shall you live. The count Rollant calls Oliver. his spear in hand holding. XCI To Spanish pass is Rollanz now going On Veillantif. and from their sins made clean.34 A thousand score stout men he set apart. By rule of knights they have put on their gear. you all are bound to it. Calling the Franks. With my good sword that was the King's reward. He pricks his horse and mounts upon a hill. Thrones you shall win in the great Paradis. if I die. They're well absolved. He is well armed. . XC The Franks arise. and speaks "Comrade and friend. He is our King. pride is in his bearing. For with your eyes you see the Sarrazins." LXXXIX From the other part is the Archbishop Turpin. Charles left us here for this. For battle all apparelled as is meet. confessing Him your sins! For your souls' health. Battle you'll have. not one will prove coward. His blood let drain. For their penance." AOI. Pray for God's grace. his good steed.
A gonfalon all white thereon he's pinned. AOI. Says of our Franks these ill words as he goes: "Felons of France. Proudly he looks towards the Sarrazins. XCII Speaks Oliver: "No more now will I say. to sound it do not deign.-. himself humbling. following. to give as you shall take. His companion goes after. go now your pace holding! Pagans are come great martyrdom seeking.35 He goes. Forget the cry of Charles we never may. He has not heard. his name is Aelroth. the better speed to gain. The shield he breaks. no fault of his. with what prowess you may! Lords and barons." Upon this word the Franks cry out amain. XCIII Marsile's nephew. Mad is the King who left you in this post. So shall the fame of France the Douce be lost. The men of France their warrant find in him." When Rollant hears. Stout blows to strike. So canter on. his face clear and smiling.what other thing could they? -But Sarrazins are not at all afraid. what rage he has. so here on us you close! Betrayed you has he that to guard you ought. Pricking their spurs. He goes. And to the Franks sweetly. First of them all canters before the host. gallops with great effort. Down to his hand flutters the golden fringe: Noble his limbs. Since from Carlun you'll never more have aid. so brave. And courteously has said to them this thing: "My lords barons. firmly your ground maintain! Be minded well. They canter forth. by God! His steed he spurs. Who then had heard them all "Monjoie!" acclaim Of vassalage might well recall the tale. to strike with all his force. its point against the sky turning. Noble and fair reward this day shall bring. that count. Your olifant. . Was never won by any Frankish King. God! with what proud parade. you'ld see them now engaged. They go to strike. Pagans and Franks." Upon these words the hosts are come touching. the hauberk's seam unsews. I pray you in God's Name. And the right arm from Charles body torn. Those with him there are never to be blamed.
And says to him. Brother was he to King Marsiliun. . ev'n as a baron doth. with reason proud enough: "From threatening. Strike on. For we are right. The fame of France the Douce shall not be lost. but rather spoke: "Avaunt. His nephew dead he's seen with grief enough." "Monjoie. Between his eyes so broad was he in front A great half-foot you'ld measure there in full. culvert." AOI. and of a strange country. Strike on. but these gluttons are wrong. From Charles not one has any warranty. He held their land. the Franks! Right well we'll overcome. Aloud he shouts their cry the pagans use. No treachery was ever in his thought. 'twas the ensign of Carlun. Beneath the sky no more encrimed felun. Dathan's and Abirun's. XCIV A duke there was. sees glutton lying thus. AOI. Looks on the ground. they say.36 Slices the heart. His ensign's fringe into the carcass thrusts. we should account them cheap. And goes to strike. he shakes in the air that corse. Barbarian. Comes through the press and wildly forth he runs. culvert! A madman Charles is not. his name was Falfarun. Nor left him yet. On his spear's hilt he's flung it dead in dust. And to the Franks is right contrarious: "Honour of France the Douce shall fall to us!" Hears Oliver. and shatters up the bones. he's very furious. XCV A king there was. For of the Franks but very few are here. the Franks! Ours are the foremost blows." he shouts. On his spear's hilt he's flung it from the horse: So in two halves Aeroth's neck he broke. All of the spine he severs with that blow. His horse he pricks with both his golden spurs. He's called aloud to the other Sarrazins: "Well may we join battle upon this field. Proudly he did. your mouth I've shut. And with his spear the soul from body throws So well he's pinned. who left us in this post. And those are here. his name was Corsablix. The shield he breaks and through the hauberk cuts.
to God the glory be!" "Monjoie!" he cries. Charles my lord our warrant is indeed. clean through the carcass. Shatters the boss. death shall ye suffer here. Pins it so well he shakes it in its seat. So well he's pinned him." XCVIII Sansun the Duke goes strike that almacour. None of our Franks hath any mind to flee. I tell you news. Strike on. Thrusts his great spear in through the carcass clean. XCVI And Gerins strikes Malprimis of Brigal So his good shield is nothing worth at all. Says Oliver: "Now is our battle grand. On his good spear he has the carcass caught. No man he'ld hate so much the sky beneath. And flung him dead. Looks on the ground. the hauberk unmetals. in truth.37 This is the day when they their death shall meet. AOI." XCIX ." Has heard him well that Archbishop Turpin. breaks the shield. Your companions all on this spot we'll keep. He's sliced the heart. To strike that king by virtue great goes he. Nor leaves him yet. the lungs and liver through. Right to the flesh has through his hauberk torn. with golden flowers tooled. Says the Archbishop: "A baron's stroke. Dead in the road he's flung it from his spear. was fashioned of crystal. that glutton lying sees. but rather speaks: "Culvert pagan. The shield he breaks. for all the camp to hear. And his good spear drives into his vitals. they say. as well or ill may prove. Dead on the field he's flung him from his hand. The soul of him Satan away hath borne. The hauberk all unfastens. And with one blow that pagan downward falls. you lied now in your teeth. That good hauberk for him is nothing proof. One half of it downward to earth flies off. XCVII And his comrade Gerers strikes the admiral. The shield he breaks. the Franks! Fail none of you at need! Ours the first blow. Spurs of fine gold he pricks into his steed.
And from the hilt he's thrown him dead in dust. has torn its folds apart. he strikes Estramariz. ev'n as the horse goes past. and him flings Down dead among a thousand Sarrazins. The shaft breaks off. Both fair and strong. the white with the scarlat. CI And Otes strikes a pagan Estorgant Upon the shield. So well he's thrust. The hauberk too. Between the arm-pits has pierced him through the breast. he has its chinguard rent. lets fall the reins as well. goes Oliver to strike. Being Chernuble. Slices it through. The hauberk too. naught stays him in his flight. The shield he breaks. He spurs his horse. The hauberk too. its doubled mail undoes. He goes to strike Turgis of Turtelus. the hauberk tears and splits. The shield he breaks. And breaks his shield. That other goes. He says: "You have no warrant afterward. . His good spear's point into the carcass runs. After he says "So are you turned to hell. Oliver stays upright. CIII Margariz is a very gallant knight.38 And Anseis has let his charger run. his body has respite. And his good spear thrusts clean through the carcass. Thrusts his stout spear through's middle. Of their dozen peers ten have now been killed." C And Engelers the Gascoin of Burdele Spurs on his horse. before its leathern band. clean through the whole steel comes. by th'golden buckle bright. He goes to strike Escremiz of Valtrene. and the count Margariz. its golden boss above." AOI. And flings it dead. Along his ribs the pagan's spear doth glide. No more than two remain alive and quick. Then says Rollant: "Great prowess in that thrust. On his spear's hilt from saddle throws him dead." CII And Berenger. God's his warrant. The shield he breaks and shatters on his neck. and swift he is and light.
his sabre good Spurs on his horse. Right to the hilt. Broken his spear. false step you moved. he canters through the field. is gone to strike Chemuble. Through all that place their blood was flowing clear! In blood his arms were and his hauberk steeped. Out of the head both the two eyes have burst. with beaten gold 'twas tooled. From Mahumet your help will not come soon. The helmet breaks. Slices the cap and shears the locks in two. whose mail was close of woof. Pagans are slain. Flowers and gold. The count Rollanz no way himself secures. he cuts." CV The count Rollanz. sev'n hundred else amongst. No blame that way deserve the dozen peers. the call of Charles repeats. By fifteen blows it is clean broken through Then Durendal he bares.39 His trumpet sounds. The hauberk white. He flings him dead. Going to strike a pagan Malsarun. After he said "Culvert. Says the Archbishop: "Good baronage indeed!" "Monjoie" he cries. And Oliver goes on to strike with speed. one on other. Then sliced its spine. And bloodied o'er. are on the shield. Holds Durendal. shoulders and neck. CIV Common the fight is now and marvellous. dead in heaps. . CVI And Oliver has cantered through the crush. rallies his tribe to fight. the truncheon still he thrusts. Right great damage he's done the Sarrazines You'd seen them. long as the shaft endures. For all the Franks they strike and slay with heat. Dead in the field among thick grass them threw. Down to the groin cuts all his body through To the saddle. his spear in flinders flew. no join there any knew. Upon the horse that sword a moment stood. Strikes with his spear. Slices also the eyes and the features. he well can thrust and wield. Then has he slain Turgin and Esturgus. where bright carbuncles grew. his steed. some swoon there in their seats. And all the brains are fallen in the dust. AOI. No victory for gluttons such as you.
He'll love us for such blows. .40 Then says Rollant: "Companion. I never heard it said Which of the two was nimbler as they went. Where Jupiter bore him by a magic spell. I like well. Justin he strikes. Says Rollant: "Now my brother I you call. And through the spine has sliced that pagan's horse. CVII Then Oliver has drawn his mighty sword As his comrade had bidden and implored. The enchanter." Says Oliver: "I had not. On Passe-Cerf was Gerers there. CVIII That count Gerins sate on his horse Sorel." Answers Rollanz: "The culvert is bested. Where is your sword. Such blows. our Emperor. And the Archbishop. on hauberk the other fell. All of his head has down the middle shorn. In knightly wise the blade to him has shewed. son of Borel. whereon a crystal grew. They've loosed their reins. One on the shield. The good saddle that was with old adorned. with marvellous onset. that Iron Valley's lord. the broidered sark has torn. Esperveris was there. The carcass sliced. brother Olivier. Each other strike and each himself defends. his friend. Dead in the field before his feet they fall. what do you? In such a fight. A fallow field amidst they've thrown him dead. who before had been in hell. And go to strike a pagan Timozel. that Halteclere I knew? Golden its hilt. Franks and pagans. Time left to strike enough good blows and true." CIX The battle grows more hard and harder yet. he slew them Siglorel. Iron and steel should here their valour prove. Then Turpin says "To us he's forfeited. there's little strength in wood. And their two spears went through the carcass well. together spurred and sped. I do not know. AOI." On every side "Monjoie" you'ld hear them roar. if I drew." AOI. And him there slew Engelers of Burdel.
After he lost his members and his head. where in the pass he stands. Charles the Great weeps therefor with regret. Tempest there was. And verily the earth quaked in answer back From Saint Michael of Peril unto Sanz. And thirty more with him. right marvellous. 'Twas the great day of mourning for Rollant. to gallows-tree condemned. Who flies not then. And many said: "We in the Judgement stand. of wind and thunder black. No man on earth has more nor better found. What profits that? No succour shall they get. Will he or nill. With rain and hail. Were hanged. they did not understand. Pagans are slain by hundred. Evil service. CXI The Franks strike on. Nor Charlemagne. at Aix. by thousand. Torment arose. CX Now marvellous and weighty the combat. Olivier and Rollant. that in the pass attend. In court. AOI. With one accord join battle all the Franks. A thousand blows come from the Archbishop's hand. Nor hosts of France. Beheld these things with terror every man. a thousandfold. Left of five score are not two thousands now. The dozen peers are nothing short of that. So many flags and ensigns tattered. his own to sell. Says the Archbishop: "Our men are very proud. They'll see no more their fathers nor their clans. from death has no warrant. Right well they strike. a thing they never did expect. Save the sky split. No house stood there but straight its walls must crack: In full mid-day the darkness was so grand.41 So many shafts bloodstained and shattered." They spake no truth. that day. foregoes the allotted span. no light was in the land. of his kindred. in France. Pagans are slain. From Besencun to the harbour of Guitsand. their hearts are good and stout. The Franks have lost the foremost of their band. so much could not be spanned. To Sarraguce going. . Fell thunderbolts often on every hand. Who'll see no more their mothers nor their friends. in crowds. The end of time is presently at hand. So many Franks lose their young lustihead. Guenes rendered them.
go thinking nothing bad! For God I pray you fly not hence but stand.42 In Chronicles of Franks is written down. The dozen peers. Certain it is. CXIII When the Franks see so many there. Right great vengeance our Emperour will get." Upon these words grow bold again the Franks. pagans. Great was the noise through all that country went. . Battle we'll have. By the Innocents your thrones you there shall have. With gleaminag gold their helms were jewelled." Then through the field they go. Then said Rollanz: "Olivier. Never has man beheld such armies met. AOI. Shone too their shields and sarks embroidered. But of one thing I give you good warrant: Blest Paradise to you now open stands. Lest evil songs of our valour men chant! Far better t'were to perish in the van. both long and keenly set. Beyond this day shall no more live one man. you shall strike with Halteclere. Twenty columns that king had numbered. And their eyes weep with grief and pain profound For kinsmen dear. AOI. Sounded the charge seven thousand trumpets. These swords in lands so many have we held. brother. Battles with them so many brought to end. as he can: "My lords barons. friend. And. For his treason no longer is secret. CXII King Marsilies along a valley led The mighty host that he had gathered. There is not one but he "Monjoie" demands. That felon Guenes hath sworn to achieve our death. by hearty friendship bound. to be their safe warrant. our Emperour. And the Archbishop speaks to them. No evil song shall e'er be sung or said. What vassalage he had. On every side covering all the land." AOI. King Marsilies and his great host draw round. their friends seek out. comrade. With Durendal my sword I'll strike again. Often they call Olivier and Rollant. our end is near at hand.
and down the reins he threw. He spurred him well. By Guenelun the count an oath he took. 'Twas Climborins. . Nor shield nor sark him any warrant proved. with blood its steel was red. Next he has slain the duke Alphaien. He pinned him well. Than whom we'd no more valiant chevalier. Never so swift sparrow nor swallow flew. the Sarrazin upset. he said. From the Emperour his crown he would remove. Terra Major. and all the steel sent through. More dear by Charles for such blows are we held. By virtue great to strike that pagan went. strike on. So in my sight he makes me prize him well. let me him avenge!" Spurs of fine gold into his horse drove then. Of that city one half was his by use. of four hundred dromonds. The pagan spear's point did his body wound. "Grief. Pagans. And kissed his mouth in amity and truth. Then said Rollanz: "My comrade shews anger. Brandished his blade.43 CXIV A Sarrazin was there." Answered that count: "God. CXV The count Rollanz called upon Oliver: "Sir companion. No good for those to go to war again. CXVI From the other part a pagan Valdabron. He sate his horse. From the hilt flung him dead beneath his foot. dead now is Engeler. Warden he'd been to king Marsilion. Held Halteclere. the chevaliers!" AOI. After he said: "Good are they to confuse. which he called Barbamusche. to shame he'ld put. Going to strike Engelier of Gascune. and so this press set loose!" "God!" say the Franks. of Sarraguce. by sea. The Adversaries of God his soul bare thence. No sailor was but called his name upon. And has unhorsed some seven Arabs else. a man was nothing proof." Aloud he's cried: "Strike on. Gave him his sword and his carbuncle too. And lord. such a man to lose!" AOI. And sliced away Escababi his head.
and all the corse. Slices the head. for well we'll overcome!" "God!" say the Franks. was worth fine gold and more. The scarlat with the blue he sliced it up. Dead from the hilt out of his seat he's dropt: "Pagans.44 Jerusalem he'd taken by treason. "Grief for a brave baron!" AOI. The ensign's folds have through his body gone. CXVII The count Rollanz. The steel and stock has through his body thrust. Goes as he may to strike that baron bold Above the helm. a thousand coins thereon. that blow. Violated the Temple of Salomon. The Partiarch had slain before the fonts. gallops with great effort. that was embossed with gold. He's pricked him well. Of his hauberk he's torn the folds and cut. when Sansun dead he saw. And Anseis upon the shield he struck. with sharp spurs he had on. his hauberk has undone. that was embossed with gold. Sanson." AOI. great grief he had therefor. He sate his horse. The good saddle." Answers Rollanz: "Nay. CXVIII Out of Affrike an Affrican was come. Going to strike e'en that rich Duke. Never so swift was any beast could run. He'd pledged his oath by county Guenelon. His horse he spurs. an evil luck!" CXIX . which he called Salt-Perdut. strike on. Gave him his sword. Wields Durendal. love you I can not. the son of king Malcud. Fore all men's else it shone beneath the sun. You may believe. For on your side is arrogance and wrong. which he called Gramimond. His shield has split. he's no more time to run. He sate his horse. Then say the Franks: "Baron. the sark. Never so swift flew in the air falcon. And cuts deep through the backbone of his horse. Dead is that count. 'Twas Malquiant. blame him for that or laud. He's slain them both. With beaten gold was all his armour done. The pagans say: "'Twas hard on us.
nothing avail he can. great joy the pagans shew. To th'pagan said "God send thee all that's bad! One thou hast slain for whom my heart is sad. Then say the Franks: "Of ours how many fall. Never so swift was any bird in course. Until he flings him dead on the green grass. He could not help but he grew faint thereat. Such shaven-crown has never else sung Mass Who with his limbs such prowess might compass. And all his sark thereafter has he torn. His companion Gerer he's slain also. Well has he heard what way the Franks complained. Hauberk close-mailed. By his regard. And virtuous. that To the nose-plate he's all the helmet cracked." CXXI The count Rollanz. Which should forfeit. Upon the way there.45 Swift through the field Turpin the Archbishop passed. with so great virtue. and Guiun of Santone. He's flung him dead. He's struck him then on his shield Toledan. CXXII Grandonie was both proof and valiant. Such grief he has. The ensign blue clean through his body's gone. the king of Capadoce. And Berenger. they both together came. Son of Capuel. his sword with blood is stained. Next a rich duke he's gone to strike. and by his contenance. Struck him the count. CXX From the other part was a pagan Grandones. . He's loosed the reins. He sate his horse. Austore. That held Valence and the Honour of the Rhone. By the proud face and those fine limbs he had. and spurring on that horse He's gone to strike Gerin with all his force. that on with speed doth strain." He spurs his horse. and all the whole carcass. he has met Rollant. his heart would split in twain: To the pagan says: "God send thee every shame! One hast thou slain that dearly thou'lt repay. a vassal combatant. the which he called Marmore. on a high rock. Until he flings him dead. The scarlat shield from's neck he's broken off. He'd never seen. yet knew him at a glance." So his good horse forth at his bidding ran. He would escape. Sliced through the nose and mouth and teeth he has.
they'll make no more attack: The Spanish men in sorrow cry. Black is that man as molten pitch that seethes. Better he loves murder and treachery Than to have all the gold of Galicie. the Son of Saint Mary. The Franks there strike. from off the field draw back. He fears not God. AOI. So he bids sound his horns and his buccines. Canters before a Sarrazin. shattered and bleeding man! Biting the earth. Will they or nill. Then had you seen such sorrowing of clans. CXXV Their martyrdom. Never has man beheld him sport for glee. . Canter. Marsile has seen. More felon none was in that company. with plates of silver flanked. By lively force chase them away the Franks. their good brown spears in hand. So is he dear to th' felon king Marsile. Within himself he says all quietly: "This Sarrazin great heretick meseems. to which his tribe rally. or piled there on their backs! The Sarrazins cannot such loss withstand. He's slain them both. Seeing him there." CXXIII Marvellous is the battle in its speed. Yet vassalage he's shown. to strike he's very keen. thy succour now we need!" CXXIV Marvellous is the battle now and grand. his men's. our warrant. he. And of his horse has deeply scarred the back. O king. Through garments to the lively flesh beneath. The Franks there strike with vigour and with heat. we. On the green grass the clear blood runs in streams. Cankered with guile and every felony. and great folly. That Archbishop could never love him. Mahummet's curse on thee! Beyond all men thy people are hardy!" There was not one but cried then: "Marsilie.46 Saddle of gold. Then canters forth with all his great army. So many a slain. Dragon he bears. Terra Major. "Alack!" Then say the Franks: "He strikes well. Cutting through wrists and ribs and chines in-deed. Abisme. The pagans say: "No more we'll suffer.
Neer did I love coward nor cowardice. those Frankish chevaliers. men well may hold them dear. Sitting the horse which he took from Grossaille -. The Archbishop is a right good chevalier. A devil's gift it was. Then say the Franks: "He has great vassalage. 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. can match him in a race.47 Rather I'ld die. He will not pause ere Abisme he assail. No beast is there. Short are his thighs. Little his ears. surely the Cross is safe. Well can he strike with lance and well with spear. So flings him down dead in an empty place." Answers that count: "Support to him we'll bear!" Upon that word the Franks again make yare.That was a king he had in Denmark slain. spares him not anyway. Who handed it to the admiral Galafes. So strikes that shield. Hard are the blows. Only three-score. Long are his ribs. Fine are his hooves. So Turpin strikes. is wonderfully arrayed. After that blow. amethyst and topaze. -That charger is swift and of noble race. broad crupper he displays. and tawny all his face. in Val Metase. most bitter grief and care. his legs are smooth and straight. he's worth no penny wage. slaughter and suffering there. than not slay him clean. Whereon are stones. With the Archbishop. and more. witness you'll freely bear. the tales declare. But then the fifth brought heavy griefs to bear. In charters and in briefs is written clear." CXXVII The count Rollanz calls upon Oliver: "Sir companion. They all are slain. Those that are dead. That Archbishop spurs on by vassalage." AOI. rib from rib away. Esterminals and carbuncles that blaze. Gainst four assaults easily did they fare. . White is his tail and yellow is his mane. CXXVI That Archbishop begins the fight again. For Christians too. aloft his spine is raised. None better is neath Heaven anywhere. The carcass he's sliced. Four thousand fell. whom God was pleased to spare.
For France the Douce. I'll wind my horn. CXXVIII The count Rollant great loss of his men sees. Charles. wherefore are you not here? How. you were wrathful. Doing it now. When I implored. your clan." Answers that count: "Fine blows I've struck them back. That you keeps. hereafter If I may see my gentle sister Alde. can we achieve? And by what means our news to him repeat?" Says Oliver: "I know not how to seek. Oliver." Says Oliver: "Now by my beard. fair country. Seeing that both your arms with blood are splashed.48 Before these die." Says Oliver: "That act were not a vassal's. in God's Name. Such good vassals you see lie here in heaps. Rather I'ld die than shame come of this feat." AOI. I swear. She in her arms." Says Oliver: "Great shame would come of that And a reproach on every one. Nor should we blame those with him there. CXXXI . shall never clasp you. When I implored you." AOI. CXXIX Then says Rollanz: "I'll wind this olifant. where in the pass he stands. so the King hears it. no raise from me you'll have: So wind your horn but not by courage rash." AOI. His companion Olivier calls. we had not borne such damage. may we weep. Of such barons long desolate she'll be. you would not do this act. I pledge you now they will return. Were the King here. That shall endure while each lives in the land. If Charles hear. our battle. brother. his army. AOI. comrade. CXXX Then says Rollant: "Strong it is now. Ah! King and friend. the Franks. and speaks: "Sir and comrade. they'll sell them very dear.
contrarious: "That were a lie. Taken or slain were the king Marsilie. No more service to Carlun may we yield. -Here must you die. But." Answers Rollant: "Sir." AOI. Rollanz. each descending from his horse. both. His horse he pricks with his fine spurs of gold. My lord were here now. . the horn to blow. In your prowess. and with great virtue sounds. no good we've seen! Charles the great in vain your aid will seek -None such as he till God His Judgement speak. our counts!" And Guenelun answered." AOI. These Spanish men never away shall go. none the less. and France in shame be steeped." AOI. And fought and won this battle then had we. Our Franks here. and limb from body torn. Prudence more worth is than stupidity. High are those peaks. it may be better so. had you trusted me. Here are Franks dead. They'll take us hence. No wolf nor swine nor dog shall gnaw our bones. it was your deed: Vassalage comes by sense. on biers and litters borne. with vengeance that he owes. Coming to them he takes up his reproach: "Sir Oliver. They'll bury each in some old minster-close. and all his comrades round. do not each other scold! No help it were to us. Will find us dead. With pity and with grief for us they'll mourn. in any other mouth. very well you spoke. Thirty great leagues they hear its echoes mount.49 Then says Rollanz: "Wherefore so wroth with me?" He answers him: "Comrade. He grasps it well. Sir Rollant. and not folly. and you. CXXXIII Rollant hath set the olifant to his mouth. afar it rings and loud. Here perishes our loyal company. Then said that King: "Battle they do. For God I pray. So Charles heard. Before this night great severance and grief. how they spoke. CXXXII That Archbishop has heard them. The King will come. all for your trickery.
And burst are both the temples of his brain. indeed I see it plain." Answers him Guenes "It is no battle. Before his peers in foolish jest he brags.50 CXXIV The Count Rollanz. but he were in combat. And with great pain sounded his olifant: Out of his mouth the clear blood leaped and ran. a band With vassalage had fought against Rollant. The Franks dismount. blossoming white and blanched. cry out your old refrain. Yet by such words you still appear infant. You know full well the great pride of Rollant Marvel it is. that horn he holds in hand. Noples he took. God stays so tolerant. Rollant's. So canter on! Nay. go succour them amain! Enough you've heard how Rollant doth complain. Fine shields they have." CXXVI That Emperour hath bid them sound their horns. CXXXV The count Rollanz. Then says the King: "I hear his horn. that." the King says. our land. where in the pass he stands. He is betrayed. and listen all the Franks. horn in hand. Thence issued forth the Sarrazins. Loud is its voice. Then washed their blood with water from the land. and dress themselves for war. Charles hath heard." AOI. and spears of length and force Scarlat and blue and white their ensigns float. That noble band. helmets and golden swords. Charles hath heard. His olifant he sounds with grief and pain. So what he'd done might not be seen of man. No race neath heav'n in field him dare attack. wherefore hold we back? Terra Major is far away. And Neimes hears. not waiting your command. Equip you. though blood his mouth doth stain. "That horn. by one that still doth feign. with Durendal his brand. About his brain the very temples cracked. sir. Put hauberks on. "hath a mighty strain!" Answers Duke Neimes: "A baron blows with pain! Battle is there. listen the Franks again. A He slew them first. He for a hare goes all day. He'ld never sound. with sorrow and with pangs. Now are you old. .
CCXXXVII That even-tide is light as was the day. Who in my house vile treachery has made. his felony is plain. They're not in time. The King has bid them seize that county Guene. That Emperour." He holds him. 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. And all the Franks dismay and wonder have. And four blows each with their closed fists they gave. Nor was there one but thus to 's neighbour spoke: "Now. with golden ensigns gay. And on his neck they clasped an iron chain. so Ranged by his side we'll give some goodly blows. Their armour shines beneath the sun's clear ray. ere he die. They spur with haste as through the pass they go. AOI. may we see Rollant. AOI. Besgun by name: "Guard me him well. Also their spears. flowered in bright array. And charged with him the scullions of his train. Trumpets they blew in rear and in the van. The valleys deep. And all the Franks with wonder and dismay. And for Rollant they're very sore afraid.51 His charger mounts each baron of the host. They trounced him well with cudgels and with staves. CXXXVIII High were the peaks and shadowy and grand. too long have they held back. Till all again answered that olifant. the rivers swiftly ran. he canters on with rage. The master-cook he's called. That Emperour canters with fury mad. There by his side they'll strike as well they can. But what avail? No good there is in that. Hauberks and helms throw off a dazzling flame." But what avail? They've stayed too long below. And blazoned shields. Then Guenes beard and both his cheeks they shaved. On a pack-mule they set him in his shame: Kept him till Charles should call for him again. . both good and evil knaves. There is not one can bitter tears restrain. So like a bear enchained they held him safe. and a hundred others takes From the kitchen.
And beareth arms. Where. Save I be slain. Who never yet hath lied! I must not fail now. In battle should be strong and proud and sprightly. Says the Archbishop: "You deal now very wisely! Such valour should he shew that is bred knightly. for vengeance shewed such liking. frightened. With twenty-four of all they rated highest. And weeps for them as fits a gentle knight: "Lords and barons. for me I've seen you die. no quarter give them!" . Sir companion. That Emperour reared you for evil plight! Douce land of France. 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. back to the field then hieing Holds Durendal. Should be a monk in one of those old minsters. Laid desolate by such a sour exile! Barons of France. Whereas he fights the Sarrazins of Spain. Dead men of France. brother. There is not one that can his wrath contain That they are not with Rollant the Captain. -.God! Sixty men are all now in his train! Never a king had better Capitains. he sees so many lie. CXL Rollant regards the barren mountain-sides. Or otherwise he is not worth a shilling. day. no warrant could I find. by your side. Ever you've served me. o very precious clime. Barons of France. By you Carlon hath conquered kingdoms wide. Was never man. and a good charger rideth. for sorrow shall I die. in haste they spur and strain." Answers Rollant: "Strike on. Even as a stag before the hounds goes flying. he'ld pray for us poor sinners. AOI. by day. let us again go strike!" CXLI The count Rollanz. will not one soul remain. And no support. Before Rollanz the pagans scatter. and like a vassal striking Faldrun of Pui has through the middle sliced. and so long a time. God be your aid.52 CXXXIX In his great rage on canters Charlemagne. Over his sark his beard is flowing plain. If he be struck.
Also with them Gerard of Russillon. And of my sword the name I'll bid you con. have we. To th'pagan says: "Confound thee our Lord God! So wrongfully you've slain my companions. ." Says each to each: "Nay let us fly!" Upon That word. So flings him dead. Then takes the head of Jursaleu the blond. Sitting his horse. CXLIII But what avail? Though fled be Marsilies. Mahom! God of our race. ere we apart be gone. Next he hath slain Yvoerie and Ivon." He goes to strike him. his hauberk has undone. being not far him from. Not long to live. Very great loss they suffer then. And Ethiope. AOI. I know it well. CXLII The man who knows. an hundred thousand gone. they'll never more come on. He's left behind his uncle. the alcaliph Who holds Alferne. my lords. Marsile you'd seen go as a brave baron. And his right hand the count clean slices off. without condition. The count Rollanz. In such a fight with keen defence lays on.53 Upon these words Franks are again beginning. His shield he breaks. Kartagene. Then they cry out the pagans' rallying-cheer. And Rollant says: "Martyrdom we'll receive. as a brave baron. Pagans cry out "Assist us now. avenge us on Carlon! Into this land he's sent us such felons That will not leave the fight before they drop. The blackamoors from there are in his keep. the which he calls Gaignon. Wherefore the Franks are fiercer than lions. the Christians. He spurs it well. Garmalie. a cursed land indeed. These canter forth with arrogance and heat. Contest each inch your life and death between. That was the lord of Beaune and of Dijon. with burnished swords and keen. Broad in the nose they are and flat in the ear. That was the son of king Marsilion. A blow you'll take. That neer by us Douce France in shame be steeped. going to strike Bevon. for him there's no prison. Call them who may. they're fled. Felon he's named that sells his body cheap! Strike on. Fifty thousand and more in company.
only their teeth except. when the pagans know. For one of ours he'll find them dead fifteen. small thanks to him we owe. Charles the great should not have left you so. to th'small teeth in his mouth. After he said: "You've borne a mighty blow." Their alcaliph upon a sorrel rode. So brandishes his blade and flings him down. Who are more black than ink is on the pen With no part white. Nor to thy wife. in lands where thou wast crowned. CXLVII . nor any dame thou'st found. Holds Halteclere. as I can tell. Says each to each: "Wrong was that Emperor." After. AOI. And pricked it well with both his spurs of gold." Says Oliver: "Who holds back. After he says: "Pagan. Then says that count: "I know now very well That here to die we're bound. Clean through his breast the thrusting spear he drove. for aid. Slices his head. on the back-bone. Strike on. accurst be thou! Thou'lt never say that Charles forsakes me now. Flowers and stones fall clattering to the ground.54 When Charles my lord shall come into this field. Strikes the alcaliph on his helm's golden mount. whose steel is rough and brown. but bless us all in peace. I've well avenged all ours on you alone. behind. Nor damage wrought on me nor any around. Struck Oliver. CXLV Franks are but few. CXLIV When Rollant sees those misbegotten men. Among themselves comfort and pride they shew. the Franks to strike again." AOI. His hauberk white into his body broke. One pennyworth from me thou'st taken out. Thou'lt never boast. He will not fail. He's done us wrong. the Franks! For so I recommend. which." CXLVI Oliver feels that he to die is bound. Such discipline of Sarrazins he'll see. "Rollant!" he cries aloud. is condemned!" Upon those words.
Which was all wan and colourless and pale." Says Oliver: "Now can I hear you speak. But not his head. Dismembers them: whoso had seen that sigh. Remember well a vassal brave he might. And Oliver. . While the clear blood. With bitter grief we must us now divide. far or near. out of his body sprayed. their buckled shields doth slice. did you mean? This is Rollanz. Aloud and clear "Monjoie" again he cries. Above the helm jewelled with gold he beats. And no mistrust was ever us between. he's touched not brow nor cheek. "What shall I do or say? My companion. who ever held you dear. AOI. against thee could prevail. So much he's bled. Upon the ground gushed forth and ran away.55 Oliver feels that death is drawing nigh. To call Rollanz. in gentle tones and sweet: "To do this thing. confounded and disgraced! Our Emperour shall suffer damage great." AOI. His companion. henceforth art thou made waste Of vassals brave. CXLIX You'd seen Rollant aswoon there in his seat. who unto death doth bleed. "God!" said that count. his eyes are dim and weak. He breaks their spears. his friend and peer. CXLVIII Then Rollant looked upon Olivier's face. Through the great press most gallantly he strikes. indeed." And with these words upon his horse he faints. To avenge himself he hath no longer time. I see you not: may the Lord God you keep! I struck you now: and for your pardon plead." Answers Rollanz: "I am not hurt. And asks of him. my comrade. Nor clear enough his vision. their shoulders and their sides. their fists. when each the other meets. Dead in the field one on another piled. he tries: "My companion. gallant for such ill fate! Neer shall man be. To recognise whatever man he sees. Charles ensign he'll not forget it quite. Ah! France the Douce. come hither to my side. Slicing it down from there to the nose-piece. Their feet. At such a blow Rollant regards him keen.
and biting it with's teeth. Proclaims his sins both firmly and aloud. . Gualter it is. CLI So Rollant's friend is dead whom when he sees Face to the ground. may stay no more. whichever way he lean. And nephew was to hoary old Drouin. Nothing he sees. along the vales he flew. his helmet nods and bows. My vassalage thou ever thoughtest good. He cannot fall. Blessings on Charles. and save Gualter del Hum. Now thou art dead. to whom he's bound. Recovering and turning from that swoon. Rollanz. He is come down out of the mountains. he hears not any sound. Upon his horse. Will he or nill. that chief. Save the Archbishop. heavenwards holds them out. to bring him succour soon: "Ah! Gentle count.56 I pardon you. Then his heart fails. he'd all of them to lose. Nowhere on earth so sad a man you'd found. brave soldier. which he calls Veillantif. each to the other leans. And his comrade. Rollanz the brave mourns him with grief profound. Begins to mourn in language very sweet: "Unlucky. Dismounting then. before God's Throne and here. friend. your courage was indeed! Together we have spent such days and years. and all my life a grief." Upon these words. And in his head his two eyes swimming round. CL Oliver feels death's anguish on him now. he kneels upon the ground. Upon the earth he lays his whole length out: And he is dead. that count. CLII Soon as Rollant his senses won and knew. for those the pagans slew. who conquered Maelgut. And called Rollant. And in such love you had their parting seen. No harmful thing twixt thee and me has been. who Gainst Spanish men made there a great ado. Bitter great loss appeared there in his view: Dead are the Franks. Clasps his two hands. Dead are his men. and on Douce France he vows. where are you? For By thy side no fear I ever knew. Stirrups of gold support him underneath. Prays God himself in Paradise to allow." And with these words again he swoons.
" Rollant has heard these words and understood. Nimble and bold upon his feet he jumps. pagans they strike again. But well I know. And cracked his helm. And on horseback some forty thousand men.57 Broken my spear. AOI. when that Archbishop fell. From his hauberk the woven mail they tear. Arrows. of felon kind! Lordings. CLIII Grief gives Rollanz intolerance and pride. Turpin of Reims has all his shield broken. he's wounded in the head. Since that four spears have through his body come. AOI. AOI. Come on afoot a thousand Sarrazens. and on towards him drew. Lances and spears they poise to hurl at them. darts and javelins in the air. Gone is the mail that on my hauberk grew. This body of mine eight lances have gone through. barbs. take care they go not hence alive! Felon he's named that does not break their line. Gualter del Hum's a right good chevalier. CLI Count Rollant is a noble and brave soldier. The pagans say: "Men. Through the great press he goes again to strike. Yet full price for life I took. . these. With the first flight they've slain our Gualtier. and split my shield in two. Has spurred his horse. To slay a score of Spaniards he contrives. That Archbishop hath shewn good prowess there. to approach they never dare. Looks for Rollant. Beneath him too his charger's fallen dead. Through the great press. and then towards him runs. CLV Turpin of Reims hath felt himself undone. I'm dying. From every part they come to break the line. Recreant. who lets them any safety find!" And so once more begin the hue and cry. Gualter has six. the Archbishop other five. In his body four spear-wounds doth he bear. Great grief it was. None of them falls behind the other pair.
our own clear father-land. whom God made marvellous. That Emperour stood still and listened then: "My lords." Four hundred men of them in helmets stand. Great pain he has. as many as ye bear!" Sixty thousand so loud together blare. While life remains. Says each to each: "Carlum doth us bestead. The best of them that might be in their ranks Make on Rollanz a grim and fierce attack. The mountains ring. and feebly sounds again. four hundred else among. CLVI The count Rollanz has nobly fought and well. whose steel was brown and rough. Nothing he's heard that does not know this much. and all his body sweats. But he is hot. We hear their sound.58 Saying this word: "I am not overcome. when their approach he sees Is grown so bold and manifest and fierce . and trouble in his head. my nephew shall be dead: I hear his horn. Gainst these the count had well enough in hand. CLVIII The count Rollanz. Who charters wrote for th' Minster at Loum." said he. Nimbly canter." AOI. no good vassal gives up. His temples burst when he the horn sounded. whoever would be there! Your trumpets sound. they think it not a jest. with scarcely any breath. He found him there. Takes the olifant. AOI. "Right evilly we fare! This day Rollanz. Wounded the most. the trumpets of the Franks. unless we slay Rollant. And wars renewed. speared through the middle some. The pagans hear. If Charles come. Also there were from whom the heads he'd cut: So tells the tale. great loss we then shall stand. The brave Saint Giles. Through the great press a thousand blows he's struck: As Charles said. CLVII The pagans say: "That Emperour's at hand. quarter he gave to none. he that was there says thus. But he would know if Charles will come to them. the valleys answer them." He's drawn Almace. All Spain we'll lose.
enangered and enraged. The better blows are those from Durendal. Pricking him well with golden spurs beneath. Through the great press he goes. here will I take my stand.59 So long as he's alive he will not yield. full vengeance he'll exact. He sits his horse. their line to meet. for no incarnate man: We'll give again these pagans their attack. he calls apart: "Sir. Of Frankish men we plainly hear the horns. AOI." 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. Turpins. I'll leave you not. then leave him on the spot!" And aim they did: with arrows long and short. Together we'll endure things good and bad. Nor arrogant. Let's aim at him. And by his side is the Archbishop Turpin. Beneath the count he's fallen dead. Lances and spears and feathered javelots. . nor men of evil heart. that horse. he has not given chase. they've never touched his corse. The woven mail have from his hauberk torn. "Now. Pagans are fled. Veillantif is in thirty places gored. Count Rollant's shield they've broken through and bored. "Monjoie " they cry." Says the Archbishop: "Shame on him that holds back! Charle is at hand. For love of you. "These Frankish men. That Archbishop. and great is their uproar. The count Rollant stands on his feet once more. Charles his great host once more upon us draws. which men call Veillantif. Nor chevalier that was not good vassal. begone!" say pagans. CLXI Pagans are fled. you're afoot. Home into Spain with speed they make their way. The count Rollanz. The count Rollant is of such pride and force He'll never yield to man of woman born. that King in Majesty. and leave him on the spot. But not himself. each to each." CLIX The count Rollanz has never loved cowards. their horns we plainly hear Charle is at hand. and I my charger have. friend.
He finds Gerin. his charger. In Paradise. To the Archbishop with each of them he comes. He lifts his hand. Before his knees arranges every one. On his great wounds the pieces of it placed. And finds Gerard the old. Also he finds Berenger and Otton. And cut the gown in strips. Our companions. goes through the field in quest. Then says Rollanz: "Fair comrade Olivier. by the rest. Then to his heart has caught him and embraced. Proof men to lead. I say. our Glorious God. Turpins. he cannot help but sob.60 For Veillantif. And from hauberks the mail to break and tear. God be praised!" CLXII So Rollanz turns. our rich Emperor. through the field. That Archbishop. His holy flowers upon! For my own death such anguish now I've got. before your face. Searching the vales and mountains. Gerers his companion. I He's from his head the golden helm unlaced. I shall not see him. After he's said: "Unlucky. and return again. whom we so dear appraised. was round his waist. Arrange them here in ranks. His companion Olivier finds at length. This field is yours and mine now. he goes with aid. Lords. By one and one he's taken those barons. Upon a shield he's laid him. your lot! But all your souls He'll lay. You were the son of the good count Reinier. all alone. through buckled shields to bear. To the Archbishop." Said the Archbishop: "Go. and prudent counsel share." CLXIII So Rollant turns. To the Archbishop returns as he can best. Taken from him his white hauberk away. I will go seek and bring them to this place. Who held the march by th' Vale of Runier. they have slain. Will he or nill. Most sweetly then to him has Rollant prayed: "Ah! Gentle sir. he is gone. He has embraced him close against his breast. Are now all dead. of Rossillon. And the Archbishop has them absolved and blest: Whereon his grief and pity grow afresh. we cannot let them stay. give me your leave. To shatter spears. on foot he must remain. . There too he finds Anseis and Sanson. On the green grass he has him softly laid. gives benediction.
Looks down the vale. Between his two arm-pits. to Heaven holds them forth. And sees the brains that surge from his forehead. There he proclaims his sins. Through Rencesvals a little river ran. So feeble he is. when dead he saw his peers. Grew tender. fetch water for Rollant. Never before such bitter grief he'd had. Crossways he folds those hands so white and fair. and looks above. . Dead is Turpin." CLXIV The count Rollanz. and no strength has. Ere he has crossed an acre of the land. he held so very dear. he swooned upon the field. On the green grass. indeed!" CLXV When the Archbishop beheld him swoon. for so much grief. Sees the bowels out of his body shed. He sees him lie. his pains are very sore. And Paradise prays God to him to accord. No land has known a better chevalier. He would go there. Rollant. he falls down forwards and Death comes to him with very cruel pangs. 'Tis the Archbishop. For too much blood he's lost. the warrior of Charlon. Stretching his hand. In battles great and very rare sermons Against pagans ever a champion. CLXVII The count Rollant sees the Archbishop lie dead. looks to the hills above. that noble old baron. Said the Archbishop: "Unlucky lord.61 Gluttons in field to frighten and conquer. Climbs to his feet. God grant him now His Benediction! AOI. no further fare he can. And Oliver. CLXVI The count Rollanz wakes from his swoon once more. upon his breast. and began to shed a tear. beyond his companions. Will he or nill. he took that olifant. whom in His name wrought God. No longer could he stand. Joins his two hands. to stumble soon began. Went step by step. His heart grows faint. Out of his face the colour disappeared.
He gets afoot. There he falls down. as was the custom there: "Thee. t' himself appear." As he drew it. he sees. Fair was he. under two fair trees. Out of his head both the two eyes he drove. where.62 Then mourns aloud. Or right or wrong. were at his side. He's seized Rollant. Blood hath his face and all his body dyed. gentle sir. "Charles nephew. strong and of a courage high. chevalier nobly bred. To the Glorious Celestial I commend. that will Him serve so well. that no reproach shall hear. Struck him on th' helm. Neer shall man be. and lies upon the green. his skull and all his bones. something the count descried. Since the Apostles was never such prophet. the angel. Takes the olifant. CLXIX High are the peaks. And Durendal in the other hand he wields. To hold the laws and draw the hearts of men. Opened his eyes. Now may your soul no pain nor sorrow ken. And broke its steel." he's said. "here conquered lies. Further than might a cross-bow's arrow speed Goes towards Spain into a fallow-field. A mortal hate he's kindled in his pride. of my sword seizing hold! . 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. Four terraces of polished marble shine. and this word to him spoke "Thou'rt never one of ours. for death is very near. Bids Gabriel. thou wert too bold. and the arms. of marble wrought. He prays to God that He will call the peers." Took the olifant. Four terraces. Dead at his feet he has the pagan thrown: After he's said: "Culvert. full well I know. Climbs on a cliff. A Sarrazin him all the time espies. For all his brain is issued from his ears. the trees are very high. that he would not let go. To Araby I'll bear this sword as prize. running towards him hies. Who feigning death among the others hides. On the green grass count Rollant swoons thereby. that jewelled was with gold. He swoons again.
but broken is no ways. In Saisonie all is as he ordains. And the count says: "Saint Mary. that homage to him pays. white art thou." CLXXII Rollant hath struck the sardonyx terrace. I won Baivere. Ireland. uses what strength he might. Combating through so many regions wide That Charles holds. The steel cries out. whose beard is hoary white! Be you not his that turns from any in flight! A good vassal has held you this long time. Wales. the Maine. where he his chamber makes. Climbs to his feet.63 They'll dub thee fool. clear of stain! Beneath the sun reflecting back his rays! In Moriane was Charles. Whereon ten blows with grief and rage he strikes. Also Burguigne and all the whole Puillane. in the vale. And Lumbardie and all the whole Romaigne. unlucky is your plight! I've need of you no more. than it mid pagans stay. spent is my pride! We in the field have won so many fights. In front of him a great brown boulder lies. England also. be my guide Good Durendal. but does not break outright. With thee I won him Scotland. So when he sees he never can it break. And Normandy the free for him I gained. never let France be shamed!" CLXXIII . I won for him with thee Anjou. my olifant I broke. whose beard is white with age! For this sword's sake sorrow upon me weighs. Fallen from it the crystal and the gold. all Flanders in the plain. Won I with thee so many countries strange That Charles holds. Lord God Father. Also with thee Provence and Equitaigne. When from heaven God by His angel bade Him give thee to a count and capitain. Bretaigne. In all his face the colour is grown white. But my great one. And won for him with thee Peitou. Within himself begins he to complain: "Ah! Durendal. Rather I'ld die. to whom the tale is told. The steel cries out. Costentinnople. Never shall France the Free behold his like. Girt thee on me that noble King and great." CLXXI Then Rollanz feels that he has lost his sight.
fair indeed! Relics enough thy golden hilt conceals: Saint Peter's Tooth. Some of the Hairs of my Lord. who hath the great white beard. And for his sins his glove to God upraised. Saint Denise. AOI. Beneath a pine running in haste he came." CLXXIV But Rollant felt that death had made a way Down from his head till on his heart it lay. that Charles might say (As he desired) and all the Franks his race. Now this he did. he begins . most holy. he lies on a sharp peak.64 Rollant his stroke on a dark stone repeats. And with one hand upon his breast he beats: "Mea Culpa! God. Looking to Spain. Destroy it can he not. by Thy Virtues clean Me from my sins. yet breaks not in the least. CLXXV But Rollant feels he's no more time to seek. Turning his head towards the pagan race. Wherefore that King so proud and rich is he. when life is ended here!" Holds out his glove towards God. in truth. "Ah! Durendal. The sword cries out. Back from the blow into the air it leaps. as he speaks Angels descend from heaven on that scene.. CLXXVI The count Rollanz. beneath a pine he sits. Nor any man's that worketh cowardice! Many broad lands with you have I retrieved Which Charles holds. For Christian men your use shall ever be. conquering he was slain!' -He owned his faults often and every way. And more of it breaks off than I can speak. Turning his eyes towards Spain. was worn by Saint Mary. which when he sees. Within himself he makes a plaint most sweet. On the green grass he lay there on his face. His olifant and sword beneath him placed. gentle count. the mortal and the mean. -'Ah. AOI. It is not right that pagans should thee seize. the Blood of Saint Basile. Which from the hour that I was born have been Until this day. Some of the Robe.
God sent him down His angel cherubin. where The dozen peers I left behind me here?" But what avail. his lord who nourished him. in Whom no falsehood is. My soul in me preserve from all perils And from the sins I did in life commit!" His right-hand glove. Nor can he help but weep and sigh at this. their brothers. And France the Douce. and Ive. and trusty friends and true. his soul to heav'n God bare. And Saint Michael. CLXXVII Rollant is dead. his beard the King doth tear. Charles cries aloud: "Where are you. Upon the ground a many of them swoon. . And Daniel save from the lions' pit. and God's forgiveness bids: "Very Father. But his own self. we worship in peril. nephew fair? Where's the Archbishop and that count Oliviers? Where is Gerins and his comrade Gerers? Otes the Duke. And Charlemagne. Weep from their eyes barons and chevaliers. They mourn their sons. so dear they were? What is become of Gascon Engelier. A thousand score. to God he offers it Saint Gabriel from's hand hath taken it. And by their side Saint Gabriel alit. their nephews. Sansun the Duke and Anseis the fierce? Where's old Gerard of Russillun. since none can answer bear? "God!" says the King. who Pitifully weeps not for grief and dule. the heroes of his kin. And their liege lords. Over his arm his head bows down and slips. So the count's soul they bare to Paradis. Saint Lazaron from death Thou didst remit. He owns his faults. oh. That Emperour to Rencesvals doth fare. There was no path nor passage anywhere Nor of waste ground no ell nor foot to spare Without a Frank or pagan lying there.65 Remembering so many divers things: So many lands where he went conquering. I was not here the first assault to share!" Seeming enraged. and the count Berengiers And Ivorie. He joins his hands: and so is life finish'd. they swoon upon the earth. he's not forgotten him. CLXXVIII No chevalier nor baron is there. Duke Neimes for them was moved with pity rare. "Now well may I despair.
a league from us or two. Canter therefore! Vengeance upon them do!" "Ah.66 Thereon Duke Neimes doth act with wisdom proof. . So pagans fled. and many them. unmoved. whose backs are turned their way. Then canters forth with his great host so brave. dear Sire. also the count Milun: "Guard me this field. these hills and valleys too. so will we do. "so far are they re-moved! Do right by me. their love to prove: "Right Emperour. On the green grass dismounting as he may. When the King sees the light at even fade. Tedbalt of Reims. First before all he's said to the Emperour: "See beforehand. For I forbid that any come thereto. AOI. Towards Sarraguce by force they chased them back. Let not approach esquire. Pagans are there. canter on! Light needst not thou await." The King commands Gebuin and Otun. and still prolong the day. Nimbly enough appeared to him and spake: "Charles." A thousand knights they keep in retinue." Upon that word mounts the Emperour again. as God knows well. Of Spanish men. The flower of France. From the highways dust rising in our view. all as they are. And as they went with killing blows attacked: Barred their highways and every path they had. nor any brute. Put off the night. Franks one and all continue in their chase. Let the dead lie. close in hand. AOI. too. with him should reason make. Thou canst be avenged upon that crimeful race. He kneels aground. God!" says Charles. Let not approach lion. Until God will that we return anew. CLXXIX That Emperour bids trumpets sound again. to God the Lord doth pray That the sun's course He will for him delay. my honour still renew! They've torn from me the flower of France the Douce. An angel then. and chased them well the Franks Through the Valley of Shadows. is slain. CLXXX For Charlemagne a great marvel God planned: Making the sun still in his course to stand." These answer him sweetly. nor any groom.
To Rencesvals too late to go again. So much water the luckiest of them drank. The Franks dismount in those deserted tracts. the sun is set. Who is most tired sleeps on the ground stretched flat. but there no warrant had. CLXXXIII That Emperour is lying in a mead. you have spoken well. jewelled with golden beads. Downstream the rest floated as they might hap. he's placed his mighty spear. Girt on Joiuse. A god of theirs invoked they. with marvellous keen pangs. (Whereby great spoils his chevaliers collect) That gentle King upon his feet descends. CLXXXII That Emperour hath chosen his bivouac. Our horses are worn out and foundered: Unsaddle them.67 The River Sebre before them reared its bank. with broidery. 'Twas very deep. save that. there never was its peer. And then leaped in. The armed men more weighty were for that. and well may speak Whereby Our Lord was wounded on the Tree: Charles. Bridles of gold from off their heads unstrap. his thanks to God presents. When he once more rise. marvellous current ran. All of us know that lance. Some of them slain. That all were drowned." Answer the Franks: "Sire. He's donned his white hauberk. Whereon each day thirty fresh hues appear. possessed its point of steel! . Upon this night no sentinels keep watch. Tervagant. By's head. take bridles from their heads." cry Franks. there is enough fresh grass -No service can they render them. so brave. Kneels on the ground. No barge thereon nor dromond nor caland. "ye saw Rollant!" CLXXXI When Charles sees that pagans all are dead. by God's grace. the greater part drowned. Has laced his helm. "An evil day. Many of them down to the bottom sank. Let them go free." AOI. On such a night unarmed he will not be. And through these meads let them refreshment get. Says the Emperour "Time is to pitch our tents. Their saddles take from off their horses' backs.
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.
save when that I command. The lord of them speaks before any man: "Listen to me. Till be slain. they leave behind Marbrus. Freely was. where the sweet waters run. while I'm a living man. CXCIII He is fast bound by all that he has said. But go to Aix. for so they counselled. I cannot tell of that. Shall not eat bread. AOI. and the other Clarien: "You are the sons of king Maltraien. This little wand of fine gold take as well. the Emperour of the Franks. great battle shall be there. Seventeen kings follow him in a band. Upon that day they come to Sarragus. Espaneliz goes forth at his right hand. On the green grass they spread a white silk mat. a laurel stands. into Douce France. Where in a field. made of olifant. CXCII Clear is that day. wont my messages to bear. You I command to Sarraguce to fare. Marsiliun on my part you shall tell Against the Franks I'm come to give him help. his homage to declare. Throughout all Spain great war with me he's had. and carbuncles enough. where Charles court is held: His men applaud. free knights and valiant! Charles the King. Lanterns they have. Counts too. On his right hand let it be worn and held. but come Out of the sea.71 CXCI The pagan race would never rest. Out of his barge issues their admiral. One Clarifan. Upstream by Sebre doth all their navy turn. I will not cease. He will not fail. I will go seek him now. and the sun radiant. Bid him come here. That all night long and very clearly burn. Set a fald-stool there. for all the gold neath heav'n. that's stitched with golden thread. or fall between my hands. And all the rest in rows about him stand. . Sits him thereon the pagan Baligant." Upon his knee his right-hand glove he slaps. midway. and dukes. Find I their host. After he called two of his chevaliers. They leave Marbris. Give him this glove.
to Sarraguce they come. When they're come in. his son. Those messengers have wrapped them in their weeds. across four bridges run. To the palace they climb the topmost steep. wherein the burghers crowd. Our chevaliers they let be slain in heaps." CXCIV Said Baligant: "But canter now. and mercy beg." Canter so far. Now have we lost our king Marsiliun. CXCV Horses they leave under an olive tree. Who weep and cry. Through all the streets. barons. it shall be done. When they draw nigh the citadel above. from whom no help is come. And Tervagan. I'll take away the crown from off his head. We'll have no more Fair Jursaleu. The whole of Spain henceforward is undone. Rollanz. in his need." Both messengers on the terrace dismount. and our lord Apoline Preserve the. From the palace they hear a mighty sound. My lord they failed in battle. and war with Charles again. Pass through ten gates.72 To France I'll go. hath made him bleed. the vaulted roof beneath. Says each to each: "Caitiffs! What shall be done? For upon us confusion vile is come. Marsilium with courtesy they greet: "May Mahumet. you say very well. All our whole Spain shall be for Charles to keep. Miserable! What shall become of me? Alas! That I've no man to slay me clean!" AOI. Save all the laws of Christians he forget. For that rich count. In Rencesvals they wrought an evil deed. . who all of us doth keep. and the other one the glove!" These answer him: "Dear lord. Take one the wand. Save at my feet he kneel. About that place are seen pagans enough. For yesterday his hand count Rollanz cut. Never again will he his right hand see. with grief are waxen wood. And curse their gods. Which by the reins two Sarrazins do lead. king and guard from harm the queen!" Says Bramimunde "Great foolishness I hear: Those gods of ours in cowardice are steeped. Tervagan and Mahum And Apolin." Answer pagans: "Sire.
Gainst Charlemagne I'll shew him strategy. Rights over Spain that admiral hath he. that! Far nearer here you'll light upon the Franks. Do battle here. To Marsilies. Within a month from now he'll conquered be. Charles hath no fear for any living man. he come to see me here. I am held fast by death. Dromonds are there -. That one I had. Of Sarraguce ye'll carry him the keys. And Charlemagne he will go seek through France And quittance give him. say not that! We're messengers from pagan Baligant. this word to him convey. But from the Franks he then must set her free." They answer him: "Sir. No king neath heav'n above a child he ranks. they slew him yester-eve. Vessels we have. say. he says. He lay this night upon the river Sebre. as ye may see. dead or recreant. My claim to him. For seven years he's stayed now in this land. . leading his host this way. Upon that word bow down. if he trusts in me. also this wand. I yield." Says Bramimunde: "Unlucky journey. Our admiral is wealthy and puissant. pray you. That Emperour is bold and combatant. Bid you my lord." Gives them the keys of Sarraguce her gates. CXCVIII Then says Marsile: "The Emperour. CXCVII Says Marsilies the king: "Now let that be. No son have I nor daughter to succeed. Charles the Great Hath slain my men and all my land laid waste. 'tis the truth you speak.73 CXCVI Says Clarien: "My lady.I cannot speak of that. I've counted well. and turn away. if he will take't. 'tis seven leagues away. he'll be warrant. My cities are broken and violate. Rather he'ld die than from the field draw back. Both messengers their leave of him do take. are moored by Sebres bank. He'll go not hence. Bid the admiral. So sends him here his glove. speak to me." To th'messengers: "Sirs. Barges and skiffs and gallies four thousand." AOI.
" And Baligant looked on him proudly then. And Oliver. in whom his heart was bound." . sore afraid. But he be slain. their admiral they sought. canter well! If he flee not. In his courage grew joyous and content. From that city nimbly they issued out. he could no more hold out. grief shall go with them hence. or drowned in Sebres bed. if you will. AOI. To France the Douce he would be homeward-bound. To whom the keys of Sarraguce they brought. The dozen peers whom Charle so cherished. With Durendal he dealt him such a clout From his body he cut the right hand down. That Emperour has chased him well enow. the dozen peers around. and frowns. But. Such grief he has. Forth from your ships issue. Marsile the king fought with them there. And the barons that service to him vowed. Yields to you Spain. His son is dead. what have ye found? Where's Marsilies. so proud. Fleeing he came. CC "Sir admiral. Rollanz the count. King Marsilies shall somehow be avenged. He and Rollanz upon that field did joust." And Baligant begins to think.74 CXCIX Both messengers did on their horses mount. you'll hasten with succour." said to him Clariens. his kingdom and his crown. From the fald-stool upon his feet he leapt. That Emperour was in the pass but now. Dead is Rollanz and that count Oliver. And the Emperour chased him enow from thence. King Marsilie's of his right hand bereft. Rereward he set. Then. doth nearly him confound. too long ye've slept. The king implores. to save his great honour: His nephew there installed. Then cried aloud: "Barons. that Charlemagne the eld. For his right hand I'll pay him back an head. By river side the Franks have pitched their tents. Says Baligant: "Speak now. And of their Franks are twenty thousand dead. "In Rencesvals was yesterday battle. Throughout this land no chevalier is left. A thousand score of Franks in armour found. to come to me was bound?" Says Clarien : "To death he's stricken down. Into this land so near to us they've crept. mount.
he sang: "Pagans. in spite of that. out of the palace ran. Myself I've lost. CCII King Marsilies. the palace came into." He answers him: "Therefore the more I'm sad. (nay. That in such shame my sovran lord I lose! Fell at his feet. Calls to him then two Spanish Sarazands: "Take me by the arms. such grief he had. And canter forth. CCIII In morning time. who by his stirrup stood. Cantered so far. Then mount upon their horses and their mules. my army." One of his gloves he takes in his left hand. as he was used. as he went. whom he knew: "I give command of all my hosts to you. Up by the steps. In grief they came up into Marsile's room." On a brown horse mounted. Quittance I give you here of all my land. and the honour thereto hangs. AOI. Down by the steps. With Sarraguce. Full well I know. who on God's part him guards. Then says Marsile: "Sire. . Who said to him: "Accursed from the womb. his arms aside he's cast. what more might they do?) Their admiral. Where four counts were. he came to Sarraguce. Awakened is that Emperour Charles. when he sees Baligant. Saint Gabriel. Charles waits not our attack. when the dawn breaks at last. and so lift up my back. king and admiral. Cantered so far. Rises the King. Dismounted on a floor of marble blue. To meet him there came running Bramimunde. Called up to him Gemalfin. I take the glove from you. that admiral her took." He turned away in tears. the Sign upon him marks. every man.75 CCI Pagan Arabs out of their ships issue. come on: already flee the Franks!" AOI. to's people gallopped back. Raises his hand. No long discourse together may we have. And in his train he took with him four dukes. by whom they all were ruled. he came before his band. From hour to hour then. Mounted his horse.
bear him beneath a pine. CCIV In Rencesvals is Charles entered. To the foes' land he would have turned his head. Most sweetly then begins he to repine: "Rollant. disarm. Naimes the Duke. through all the host. He found the grass. restrain your steps. whom I would find again. he could but weep for rue. Now my honour is turned into decline!" . Says to the Franks: "My lords. CCV When the Emperour went seeking his nephew. and every flower that bloomed. with our barons' blood imbrued. With anguish keen he fell on him and swooned. They go to see the marvellous damage In Rencesvals. Turned scarlat. Begins to weep for those he finds there dead." Further than one a little wand could send. After they mount. On the green grass saw lying his nephew. Pity he felt. At Aix I was. Gefrei d'Anjou and his brother Tierry. by virtue canter fast Through those long ways.his heart was full. there where the battle was. and went -. and the count Aceline. For my nephew. In his two hands the count's body he took. And Rollant's strokes on three terraces knew. Before the rest he's on a peak mounted. AOI. Dismounted then.76 The others then. Conqueringly his gallant life he'ld end. Vaunted them there my valiant chevaliers. Take up the King. and through those roads so large. my friend. Since I myself alone should go ahead. CCVI That Emperour is from his swoon revived. There on the ground he sees his nephew lie. Of battles great and very hot contests. 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. may God to thee be kind! Never beheld any man such a knight So to engage and so to end a fight. upon the feast Noel. Beneath two trees he climbed the hill and looked. `Tis nothing strange that Charles anger grew.
Day shall not dawn. He turned his eyes. Strange men will come from many far domains. where's that count. How perishes my strength and my valour! None shall I have now to sustain my honour. Bulgar. Afresh then will my pain and suffrance swell. AOI. my friend. Romain. He looked to the earth. all those are in Palerne. God lay thee mid the blooms Of Paradise. Hungar. When at Loum." He tore his locks. to France I will away. and many hostile men. who won for me such realms!' Against me then the Saxon will rebel. For who will lead my armies with such strength. When he is slain. the Capitain. Puillain. saw lying his nephew. and those in Califerne. When I arrive at Aix. Kinsmen I have. were very shadowful. Charles complained in amity and truth: "Rollant. for thee I've no dolour. I'm in my hall again. among the glorious! Thou cam'st to Spain in evil tide. All colourless his lusty body grew. CCIX "Rollant. I'll say to them: `Marvellous news and fell. My nephew's dead. but none of them's so proof. I'll say to them that he is dead in Spain. my friend. Men coming there will ask what news I tell." . CCVIII "Rollant. now art thou deserted! Such grief I have that I would fain be dead. Five score thousand Franks had such great dolour There was not one but sorely wept for rue. seigneur! Day shall not dawn. I think I've not one friend neath heaven's roof. in my Chapelle. that all our days us led? Ah! France the Douce. fair youth that bar'st the bell.77 Charle swoons again. I weep not nor complain. Who'll ask me. till both his hands were full. CCVII Charles the King returned out of his swoon. And in Affrike. AOI. In bitter grief henceforward shall I reign. Him in their hands four of his barons took. he cannot stand upright. my friend.
" Gefrei d'Anjou implored. so bitter is my grief For my household. CCXIII That Emperour sets Rollant on one side And Oliver. Bishops there are.78 All his white beard he hath begun to rend. and the Archbishop Turpine. Emperour. CCX "Rollant. . In a charnel command that they be borne." AOI. From my body my soul at length go free! Among their souls let mine in glory be. God grant me this. CCXI "Sire. Bid that our men through all this field be sought. "Let not your grief to such excess be wrought. Canons and monks." Answered the King: "Sound then upon your horn. With honour great they've laid them in the ground. Five score thousand Franks swooned on the earth and fell." Still his white beard he tears. and his eyes weep." AOI. I'ld live no more. God shew thee His mercy! In Paradise repose the soul of thee! Who hath thee slain. my friend. CCXII Gefreid d'Anjou upon his trumpet sounds. Absolution in God's name they've pronounced. exile for France decreed. whose bodies they have found To a charnel speedily the bring down. the Son of Saint Mary. and abbots there enow. what else might they do now? AOI. Ere I am come to th' master-pass of Size. vicars with shaven crowns. They've left them there. Duke Naimes says: "His wrath is great indeed. As Charles bade them. all the Franks dismount. who have been slain for me. Incense and myrrh with precious gums they've ground. And let my flesh upon their flesh be heaped. Tore with both hands the hair out of his head. All of their friends. And lustily they've swung the censers round. Whom those of Spain have in the battle caught.
Laced up his helm. Five score thousand behind him as he flew. The King commands Tedbalt and Gebuin. From the admiral bring challenge to combat: "'Tis not yet time. spurred him with either foot. CCXVI Through all the field dismount the Frankish men. CCXC First before all was armed that Emperour. Five-score thousand and more. Haughtily then his people all regards. They're washen well in allspice and in wine. Remembering his sorrow and damage. Nimbly enough his iron sark indued. was fashioned at Blandune. AOI. Each of the three is wrapped in a deer's hide. CCXIV Now to be off would that Emperour Charles. When pagans. And took his spear. Calling on God and the Apostle of Roum. And set them in coffers of marble white. I say. In a loud voice he cries with all his heart: "Barons and Franks. Marquis Otun. Great are the hosts he leads from Arab parts.79 Their bodies bids open before his eyes. proud King." Charles the King his snowy beard has clasped. Tencendur. This day we'll see if thou hast vassalage. Lo. girt on his sword Joiuse. Which he had won at th'ford below Marsune When he flung dead Malpalin of Nerbune. . to horse. Two messengers come from their ranks forward. Milun the count besides: Along the road in three wagons to drive. Baligant comes cantering afterward. to arms!" AOI. After. they take the bodies of those knights. that thou de-part. On his good horse then mounted. Let go the reins. lo! comes surging the vanguard. Outshone the sun that dazzling light it threw. they arm themselves. Hung from his neck a shield. AOI. was of Girunde. They're covered well with carpets Galazine. And all their hearts in silken veils to wind.
Naimon the Duke. Unless the Arabs of coming here repent. for haughty is their air. he has. So canter forth ahead. Find they that host. who realms for him conquered. Olivier and Rollant. CCXIX Three columns now.80 The gear they have enhances much their strength. AOI. with Antelme of Maience: "In such vassals should man have confidence. the warrior count Oger." Answers Duke Neimes: "God grant us his consent!" AOI. Naimes the Duke a fourth next sets apart Of good barons. their arms are fashioned well. we'll dearly sell. . He calls to him Jozeran of Provence. One bear the sword and the other the olifant. In it are set the vassals of Baiviere. Save those of France. Find they that host. CCXVII Charles hath called Rabel and Guineman. where they were: Charles for no race neath heaven hath more care." Naimes the Duke and the count Jozerans Go to adjust these columns in their ranks. And in your train take fifteen thousand Franks. you I command To take their place. AOI. and fight with great science. When Charles sees the fair aspect of them. CCXVIII Of Franks the first columns made ready there. Whom not to trust were surely want of sense. The Danish chief. I think. also Lorains. As many more shall after them advance. Their gonfalons flutter above their helms. that are most valiant. Thus said the King: "My lords. they'll make a grand attack. the Emperour Charles. Young bachelors. Then Rollant's life. battle they'll render them. Mounted they are. before the van. Shall lead that troop. Their horses swift. Never was lost the battle. Whom Gebuins shall lead. After those two a third they next prepare. endowed with vassalage. Some thousand score high-prized chevaliers.
Tedbald of Reims and the marquis Oton: "Lead ye my men. Rather they'ld die. lead them in th'field he shall. The overlord of them is named Oedon. their horses charge and prance. come from the German March." AOI. A thousand score. and barons out of Frise. . also Godselmes. or so say all the Franks. They're well equipped with horses and with arms. AOI. as all said afterward. CCXXI The sixth column is mustered of Bretons. Upright their spears. Richard the old. Duke of Trace. With his right hand King Charles hath them blessed. They shall be led by Hermans. He'll strike hard there with his good trenchant lance. by my commission. CCXXII That Emperour hath now six columns yare Naimes the Duke the seventh next prepares Of Peitevins and barons from Alverne.81 Germans they are. AOI. CCXX Naimes the Duke and the count Jozerans The fifth column have mustered. Rather they'll die than from the battle pass. Their horses good. Thirty thousand chevaliers therein come. of Normans. A thousand score. their arms are all most fair. Them Jozerans shall lead. Who'll die before he's any way coward. AOI. Tis of Flamengs. No race neath heav'n can more in th'field compass. than eer be recreant. CCXXIII And the eighth column hath Naimes made ready. These canter in the manner of barons. Who doth command the county Nevelon. their ensigns fastened on. Forty thousand chevaliers might be there. in a vale by themselves. They're neath a cliff. Well armed are they.
by change. Nor lost by them has any battle been. and proud of countenance. AOI. Lusty of limb.82 Forty thousand and more good knights are these. Calls upon God with heartiest intent: "Very Father. Saint Peter's twas. Girt on their sides Frankish and Spanish brands And noble shields of divers cognisance. and their beards are blanched. and in hauberks they're clad. the battle they demand. by count. AOI. Strong are their spears. CCXXV The tenth column is of barons of France. With them goes Charlemagne. for all their chivalry. Then turns his eyes towards the Orient. Who to Jonas succour didst truly send Out of the whale's belly. it gat. Fifty thousand good knights they are. In doubled sarks." Between Rembalt and Hamon of Galice Shall they be led. Soon as they mount. this day do me defend. To the green grass. Five score thousand of our best capitans. And three children. AOI. And who didst spare the king of Niniven. "Monjoie" they cry. Gefreid d'Anjou carries that oriflamme. CCXXVI That Emperour down from his horse descends. all in a fire ardent: . of Argoune. Of Lotherengs and those out of Borgoune. CCXXIV Between Naimon and Jozeran the count Are prudent men for the ninth column found. short are the shafts cut down. kneeling. and bare the name Roman. Snowy their heads are. but come out And trust themselves to these. And Daniel from marvellous torment When he was caged within the lions' den. Tierris the Duke shall lead them. In helmets laced and sarks of iron brown. his face he bends. And the King says: "These shall do my service. But on that day Monjoie. If the Arrabits demur not. they'll strike them down. where he was pent.
In Thy Mercy. in rear. And their bugles. Then issue from the passes and the wastes Till they are come into the March of Spain. A halt they've made. Above them all boomed the olifant again. Those terrible narrows. Clear was his face and filled with good intent. that haughty sovereign. Over his sark all of his beard displays. They pass those peaks. if it please Thee. his trenchant spear he kept. The strap of it was a good silken web. Five score thousand Franks are thereby made plain. When he had prayed. After. they have no mind to fail. upon his feet he stepped. Fierce are his men. With the strong mark of virtue signed his head. Arm yourself then: Battle you'll have to-day. in th'middle of a plain. His own broad shield he hangs upon his neck. Laces his helm. very clear trumpets. Pagans dismount. they sounded their trumpets. Puts on a sark. For love of him. So Preciuse he bad his own be clept. and those deep vales. as he has heard it said. (Round its gold boss a band of crystal went. To Baligant his vanguard comes again A Sulian hath told him his message: "We have seen Charles. CCXXVII That Emperour canters in noble array. Then all the Franks for pity of Rollant wept. In front. He took his shield. the which he calls Maltet." Says Baligant: "Mine is great vassalage. Upon his swift charger the King mounted While Jozerans and Neimes his stirrup held. Fine limbs he had. those rocks and those mountains. His chevaliers'. his sword on his left side he's set. embroidered in the hems.) He grasps his spear. both gallant and well set. -- . all others do the same. Vigorously he cantered onward thence." CCXXVIII Through all the host they have their drums sounded. Their admiral will stay no longer then. that they may arm themselves. Out of his pride a name for it he's spelt Like to Carlun's. Twas their ensign when they to battle went. that is with gold begemmed. Let horns this news to my pagans proclaim. he gave that cry to them. consent That my nephew Rollant I may avenge. and.83 Thy gracious Love to me be here present.
were he a Christian yet! His horse he's spurred. and finely fashioned. Pagans cry out: "Our Marches shall be held. that he departs not hence. White as a flow'r in summer was his head.84 So great its shaft as is a stout cudgel. He's a proof man who sounds that olifant.So tells me now my man. -. . of wisdom hath he much." then says t'him Baligant.his ancestors were thus. He's gallopped on. He hath no more Rollant. may once with him contest." Says Baligant: " Yea. White is his beard as flowers by summer burnt. -. over a ditch he's leapt. That warrior. his life he'll soon have spent. Says to his sire: "To canter then let us! I marvel much that soon we'll see Carlun. Full fifty feet a man might mark its breadth. Charles is mad. his hair was ringleted. for he's very pruff. a mule had bent. the clear blood issued." AOI. Marcules. Small were his thighs. from over seas. In his own laws. In many tales honour to him is done. his sister's son. CCXXIX That admiral to a baron's like enough. There is no Frank. Beneath its steel alone. But the Emperour is verily come back. with a great stride he stepped. And Oliver. the proof and valiant. that Sulian -Ten great columns he's set them in their ranks. Great was his breast. His son Malprimes is very chivalrous. With shoulders broad and very clear aspect. For all the rest I'ld not unglove my hand. Proud was his face. whom Charles so cherished. CCXXX "Fair son Malprimes. He'll have no strength to stay in fight with us. He's great and strong. his stirrup held. his ribs of wide extent. The dozen peers. And in battle he's proud and arduous. On his charger is Baligant mounted. His vassalage had often been proved. God! what a knight. "Was slain yestreen the good vassal Rollanz. With a clear call he rallies his comrades. Will he or nill. and Twenty thousand more Frankish combatants." AOI.
he takes delivery. That is a tribe no goodwill ever shews. the Persian king And Dapamort. The fifth is raised from Sorbres and from Sorz. "I grant it you. another king Leutish. After that hour he never looked on it. Their arrogance if you can humble it. was held by king Flurit. Along their backs.85 These at the head come cantering in advance. after. The third is raised from Nubles and from Blos. and the king Dapamort. Battle he'll have. No more he'll wear on's head that crown of gold. The sixth is raised from Ermines and from Mors. Going before. Fifty thousand the smallest column holds. unless he take him home. CCXXXI "Fair son Malprimes. Young bachelors. whom Charles calls Infants. Negroes are the eighth. The tenth is raised from Balide the stronghold. And take with you Torleu. The first is raised of men from Butenrot. That admiral hath sworn." AOI. By Mahumet. his son with's great body follows. Investiture gat never." CCXXXIII ." "I thank you. The fourth is raised from Bruns and Esclavoz. As they were hogs. Thirty columns most speedily they form. Micenes. Also with them are fifteen thousand Franks." says Baligant to him. After. Against the Franks go now. as you have asked me this. The next. the ninth are men of Gros. above their spinal bones. Of my domains a slice to you I'll give From Cheriant unto the Vale Marquis. Who will lay on with utmost arrogance. CCXXXII That admiral canters among his hosts. the way he knows. whose heads are gross. and smite them quick. The seventh is the men of Jericho. Sire!" Malprimes answers him. Torleus the king. nor seizin. They've chevaliers in marvellous great force." Then says Malprimes: "The first blow I demand. great bristles on them grow. 'Tis of that land. his virtues and his bones: "Charles of France is mad to canter so. As many again come following that band.
Apollin the felon. no love of God e'er knew. And very loud the cry out this sermon: "Let who would from our gods have garrison. as though it iron were. This day shall bring you vile confusion! Give warranty. The sixth is from Ormaleus and Eugez. The seventh is the tribe of Samuel. Ten Canelious canter in the environs. Serve them and pray with great affliction. AOI. do not the Lord God serve. their polished helmets doff. Wherefore of helm or hauberk they've no care. the ninth is from Clarbune. right ugly. is the first. CCXXXV That admiral hath great possessions. the desert. Tervagan's and Mahom's." Pagans awhile their heads and faces on Their breasts abase. Of such felons you never else have heard. The eighth is from Bruise. CCXXXIV That admiral ten columns more reviews. The fourth is raised of desperate Pinceners. And his image. The fifth is raised from Soltras and Avers. He makes them bear before him his dragon. Hard is their hide. And their standard. The fifth is raised of men from Val-Penuse. Of Canelious. The next of Huns. Who from Val-Fuit came across country there. Pagans canter as men of valour should. The eighth from Argoilles.86 Ten great columns they marshal thereafter. And from Baldise the Long the fourth have trooped. our God. The sixth is raised of tribesmen from Maruse. Gesta Francor' these thirty columns prove. The tenth is from Occiant. The first is raised of Giants from Malpruse. The next's of Turks. In the battle they're felon murderers. the third a Hungar crew. their horns come sounding through. And the Franks say: "Now shall you die. the ninth from Esclavers. Great are the hosts. The seventh is from Leus and Astrimunes. unto Carlon! And in his name this victory be won!" . AOI. That is a tribe. That is a tribe. gluttons. of Persians is the third. The tenth is raised of beardsmen from Val-Frunde.
AOI. Battle we'll have. All my columns together shall you lead. beforehand canter ye. Then the admiral. Battle to seek. CCXXXVIII Great is that plain. and all the columns fair. And the third is the Giants of Malpreis. Also their sarks embroidered and their shields. cut from his shoulders clean. they'll also stay with me. Thicket nor wood. Who holds the land unto the Vale Sevree. And the Franks say: "Great hurt this day you'll get!" And very loud "Monjoie!" they cry again. Says Baligant: "My pagan tribes adverse. That Emperour has bid them sound trumpets. bitter and keenly set. The pagans say: "Carlun's people are fair. That Emperour canters right haughtily. But of the best I'll keep beside me three: One is of Turks. Their helmets shine with golden jewellery. . He's shewn to him Carlun's ten companies: "The pride of France. their voice is very clear. CCXXXVI That admiral hath wisdom great indeed. And the ensigns fixed on all their burnished spears. his brother calleth he. And Occiant's. The trumpets sound. Across the plain they see each other well.87 AOI. He may be sure naught else for him's decreed. Pagans cry out. and wide is that country. the king of Floredee. canter ye now ahead!" Carries the ensign Amboires of Oluferne. you see." AOI. renowned land. And the olifant sounds over all its knell. No peak nor vale nor cliff between them there. Until with Charles and with the Franks they meet. 'Tis Canabeus. by Preciuse they swear. the next of Ormaleis. nor ambush anywhere. Must lose his head. That Emperour. if he combat with me. And the olifant its echoing music speaks. His son to him and those two kings calls he: My lords barons. CCXXXVII Great are the hosts.
The hosts are fair. See the pagans. each with his trenchant lance. The count Rabel and the count Guinemans Let fall the reins on their swift horses' backs. he was a hardy knight. CCXXXIX Charles the Great." CCXL Clear is the day. they're felons and cowards. what matters that? Let him go hence. And go to strike. then on rush all the Franks. good vassals are ye all. Never has man beheld such armies meet. he went to strike. Ye in the field have fought so great combats. for none of us holds back. his ensign and standard. His reason then he's shewn to them. and the sun radiant.88 His bearded men are with him in the rear." Next with both spurs he's gored his horse's flanks. brave lord. Spurring in haste. Strike us they will with lances and with spears: Battle with them we'll have. Towards Carlun has turned the point of steel. . who'ld fail me in the attack. Nor shield nor sark could such a blow abide. my lords. Then say the Franks: "This King's a good vassal. Canter. Over their sarks they have thrown out their beards Which are as white as driven snows that freeze. when he sees the admiral And the dragon. AOI. No pennyworth is there in all their laws. come on." His spear in hand he brandishes and wields. The first columns are come now hand to hand. and speaks: "Pagans. And Tencendor has made four bounds thereat." Further than one might cast a rod that's peeled Goes Baligant before his companies. CCXLI That count Rabel. The Persian king. -(In such great strength are mustered those Arabs Of that country they've covered every part Save only that whereon the Emperour was. AOI. for now I take the field. He pricked his horse with spurs of gold so fine. Though they've great hosts. prolonged and keen.) The King of France in a loud voice has called: "Barons and Franks. the companies are grand. Torleu.
dead one upon others packed. who goes on Carlun's track. he died. nor slacken in your speed! Charle's in the right against the pagan breed. And marvellous and weighty the combat: Before nor since was never such attack. Go. each with his trenchant lance!" Upon that word the pagans all advance. AOI. his cause is right. great blows he struck them back. And with his arms so many lords attacks. And the pagans do marvellously strike. by God! in pieces lie And crumpled shields. long time I've fed you at my hand." AOI. Upon that blow. 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. CCXLII And Guineman tilts with the king Leutice. the slaughter's very grand. Before them all has cried out Baligant: "Barons. let any laugh or weep. Then say the Franks: "Lord God. Better vassal than him I'll not demand." AOI. Ye see my son." . So many shafts. the companies in pride Come touching. So flings him dead. Hour in. baron. the Franks cry out with heat: "Strike on. ever.89 The golden spear his carcass passed inside. God sent us here his justice to complete. strike on. Flung down upon a little bush. all the breadth of either side. And. CCXLIII Pure white the horse whereon Malprimes sate. succour him. Guided his corse amid the press of Franks. Grim blows they strike. hour out. be Thou our Guide! Charles we must not fail. All his ensign thrust through the carcass clean. That admiral rallies once more his tribe: "Barons. Next of his sark he has undone the seam. Has broken all the flowers on his shield. CCXLIV Great are the hosts. shatter the Christian line.
For sons. AOI. My lands. for brothers wreak Who in Rencesvals were slaughtered yester-eve! Mine is the right. Five score thousand swords from their scabbards leap. like a man of valour. you'd seen. before or since that time. So dead among sev'n hundred else he casts him. The finish none shall reach. Kings overthrown. Battle he saw. AOI. I promise you honours and lands and fiefs. my wealth. for heirs. ye know. The battle is straitened marvellously. I know it well indeed. .90 Now very keen and lasting is the fight. Naimes the Duke right haughtily regards him." Twenty thousand beside him Charles leads. But with their swords they strike in company. unless he die. Who of the Franks hath wrought there much great damage." Answer the Franks: "Sire. CCXLVII Across that field the bold Malprimes canters. And goes to strike him. 'tis the truth you speak. and kingdoms have redeemed! Guerdon I owe. Slaughter then. There is not one thenceforth employs his spear. lords. came you not therefore here? I promise you noble women and dear. In straits of death they never will him leave. Who with one voice have sworn him fealty. strike on. Through the carcass thrusts all his yellow banner." Answer pagans: "We must do well indeed. that stood those hosts between. And of his shield breaks all the upper margin." With mighty blows they shatter all their spears. Tears both the sides of his embroidered ha'berk. AOI. CCXLVI That Emperour calls on his Franks and speaks: "I love you. CCXLV That admiral to all his race appeals: "Pagans. my body are yours to keep. gainst pagan breeds. So many great battles you've fought for me. grim and sorrowful. in whom I well believe. As never was.
strikes and kills. Against his heart his argent shield he cracked. that Duke Naimes. "You'll get now as you gave him!" With vassalage he goes to strike that pagan. hotly hastens." Answers the Duke: "Sire. "Culvert. On the green grass all his clear blood shedding. Nor is there one. but aid from God he had. Five of the links his brand of steel hath knapped. to strike him. A thousand score of Franks surround them still. So flings him dead: his saddle shall be wasted. And strikes Naimun on's helmet principal. And the pagan. canter with me to win! The glutton's dead. His charger's neck he clasped with both his hands. if I live. Came there to him. CCL Bitter great grief has Charlemagne the King. No pennyworth the hood is after that. true love and faith swearing. Then the Emperour to him this counsel gives: "Fair master Naimes. Right to the flesh he slices through the cap. Great proof you'll have of valour. Has pricked his horse with spurs in either flank. but slaughters. Had the pagan but once renewed the attack. . Through his carcass my spear I thrust once in. brother of the admiral.91 CCXLVIII King Canabeus. Then was he slain. Tears the chin-guard above his hauberk mailed. Had fallen ev'n. Going to strike the county Guineman. AOI. this. the Duke. CCXLIX Keen anguish then he suffers. Great was the blow. Shatters his shield. Who Duke Naimun before him sees lying. Away from it he's broken off one half. AOI. that had you straitly pinned. Charles of France. with succour. that noble old vassal. CCLI Then through the field cantered that admiral. whose hilt is of crystal. amazed thereat. He's drawn his sword. One piece of it he's flung upon the land." says Charles. I believe it. against his heart he breaks it." They 'ngage them then.
So flung him dead. And heard men groan. so great his grief. the lord of those Normans. Some memory of bitter pains might keep. Breaking the shafts of all their burnished spears. Grief shall be there ere the two hosts be scattered. For you have lost your son. Your images. here have we our warrant!" AOI. to escape they think it no great matter. dying upon that field. your brother. he's every way Marquis. while still his charger ran. Whoso had heard those shining hauberks creak." cry pagans. White is his beard as flowers in April. And heard those shields on iron helmets beat. After. even Malprime. "Preciuse. Two of his ribs out of his side he hacked. Evil the news he brings to him and speaks: "Sir Baliganz. And Canabeus. Fain would he die at once. CCLII Who then had seen those Arrabit chevaliers. "is valiant! Baron. slain is he. Whoso had seen that shattering of shields. prays and speaks: "My lords and gods. as I have seen. From Occiant. He calls to him Jangleu from over sea. in gold I'll fashion each. indeed. And the admiral calls upon Apollin And Tervagan and Mahum. I've done you much service. from Argoille and from Bascle! And well they strike and slaughter with their lances. Whoso had seen fall down those chevaliers. he slew Gebuin and Lorain. . Till even-tide 'tis very strong. On either side dead men to the earth fall crashing. Fairly two Franks have got the victory. Against Carlun give me your warranty!" Comes before him his dear friend Gemalfin. that battle. Richard the old. this day in shame you're steeped. CCLIII Right well they strike. That Emperour was one. strike on." That admiral has bent his head down deep. Great limbs he has. And thereafter lowers his face and weeps. AOI. Barons of France do suffer much great damage. That battle is most hard to endure. But Franks.92 The folds of his hauberk apart he slashed. both Franks and Arrabies.
and how your men they slew! Now from your head please God the crown remove Unless you strike. beside me stand! For you are proof. AOI. "Jangleu. He sees the Franks. his men so valiant. of Anjou. of Arrabits and Franks. Naimes the Duke. and Gefreid. like dogs barking." CCLV That admiral has shaken out his beard That ev'n so white as thorn in blossom seems. Counsel from you I've ever sought to have. whateer his fate may be. Count Jozeran. and vengeance on them do!" And not one word to answer him he knew. Turks and Enfruns. wheresoeer they met the pagans. Then to his mouth he sets a trumpet clear. Throughout the field rally his companies. of Argune. They spurred in haste. CCLIV Says the admiral. Shall we from hence victorious go back?" He answers him: "Slain are you. But call upon barons of Occiant. CCLVII Now very well strikes the King Charlemagne. No more delay: what must be. those men who bray and bleat. And. From Occiant. He'll no way hide. And to Carlun most proud his reason proves: "Behold pagans. Break through their line. their columns broken through.93 AOI. so all the pagans hear. their horses let run loose. speak. So proud is Charles. Never saw I a race so combatant. CCLVI The count Oger no cowardice e'er knew. Arrabits and Giants. Baligant! For from your gods you'll never have warrant. Seek out the Franks with such a high folly. So calls to him Duke Tierris. and greatly understand. take in hand. And from Argoille. strook. also Oger the Dane. How seems it you. And clearly sounds. . Better vassal hath not his sark indued. the thickest press they meet Dead from that shock they've seven thousand heaped. who.
come. Nimbly enough upon their feet they rise." renowned word of pride.94 Geifreid d'Anjou. wound them they never might. barons. both abased. And all the folds of their hauberks divide. support me. Brave vassals they. That admiral still "Preciuse" doth cry. All felon he that dares not exploits brave!" AOI. That Emperour calls on his Franks again: "Say. bare from their sheaths they drew. great blows on either side They with their spears on their round targes strike. That he is wrong. Baligant sees his gonfalon disgraced. AOI. So strikes that man who the dragon displays. the Dane. Amid the field they're both come into sight. without that one man die. themselves aground do find. no. That admiral no fear nor caution knew. Each the other knows by his clear voice and high. turns into vesper-tide. the buckles brake in two. and right is Charlemain. of France the Douce. He spurs his horse. in God's Name!" Answer the Franks. Charles "Monjoie. Most vassal-like they draw their swords outright. The leather pierced. That admiral at once perceives it plain. Franks and pagans still with their swords do strike. And Mahumet's standard thrown from its place. Broken their girths. Many great blows on 's shield each gave and took. Those swords they had. Down fell the nails. downwards their saddles slide. and lets him run in haste. CCLIX A great vassal was Charles. From this battle they'll ne'er be turned aside Nor make an end. From their bright helms the light shone forth anew. Both those Kings fall. who brought those hosts to fight. But bodies. who that ensign displays. Pagan Arabs coyly themselves contain. CCLVIII Passes that day. Still they struck on. . bare in their sarks they stood. Exceeding proof is Don Oger. beneath their buckles wide. Both in the field before his feet he breaks That king's ensign and dragon. Never have they forgotten their ensigns. "Question you make in vain. And shatter them. and doubled core of wood. as they go. Then.
a fief from me thou'lt get. I know that very well. AOI." They go to strikewith th'swords. God wills not he be slain or overpow'red. be that what may. So he falls dead. So that all bare the bone is. And counsel take that t'wards me thou repent! Thou'st slain my son." cries Charles. Become my man. Charles. "Monjoie. So the admiral he strikes with France's blade. Through his thick hair the sword goes glancing round. to scatter all his brains. AOI. bids mount that King so Great. And questions him "Great King. nor dismay. A great palm's breadth and more of flesh cuts out. God wills not they remain.95 Finish nor fail that battle never could But one of them must in the wrong be proved. Slices his head. Most wrongfully my land thou challengest. CCLXI In the admiral is much great virtue found. No peace nor love may I to pagan lend. falls nearly to the ground. all his face. Upon that word is come to him Duke Naimes. think. and then I'll love thee well. Saint Gabriel once more to him comes down. what doest thou?" CCLXII Charles. I beg. are on their belts. Pagans turn back. Come. Christianity. Has broken it and rent. He strikes Carlun on his steel helm so brown. that all may know the tale. whereon the jewels blaze. . in that wound. Had fear of death no longer. hearing how that holy Angel spake. from here to the Orient!" Charle answers him: "That were most vile offence. down unto the white beard. And Franks have all their wish. Remembrance and a fresh vigour he's gained. His helmet breaks. Charles tottereth. And. CCLX Says the admiral: "Nay. Serve and believe the King Omnipotent!" Says Baligant: "Evil sermon thou saist. Receive the Law that God to us presents. recovers not again. serving me. above his brow. Holds Tencendur.
nor were their heads tonsured. of those remain there still. Around her there the clerks and canons stood Of the false law. as each may strike. and lesser fifty around. Says the King then: "My Lords. even so we will. For tears. And Bramimunde hath yielded up her towers. With iron malls and axes which they wield They break the idols and all the imageries. the darkness is grown deep. avenge your ills. The soul of him to Hell live devils took. and the Emperour therewith. CCLXIV Great was the heat. and proud. and all his body stooped. Fierce is that King. towards the wall he looked. A thousand Franks he bids seek through the streets. with 's hoary beard. and the moon shines clear. Great exploits his whom the Lord God endows! CCLXVI Passes the day. whom God ne'er loved nor knew. The chase endured from there to Sarraguce. he occupies that town. Chase them the Franks. The synagogues and the mahumeries. Wept from his eyes. ev'n as the Lord God wills. So there remain no fraud nor falsity. I saw your eyes did spill. high up clomb Bramimunde. For well he knows there's no defence there now. the dust arose and blew. . this morn. Unto your hearts' content.96 CCLXIII Pagans are fled. With sins he's so corrupt. Of Sarraguce the gates he's battered down." Then such great blows. do what you will!. CCLXV Pagans are slain. Still pagans fled. the rest are put to rout Whom Charles hath in battle overpowered. But ten ere great. Mahume! Ah! Noble king. On her tower." Answer the Franks: "Sir. conquered are all our troops. And all that night they lie there in their pow'r. So died of grief. and hotly Franks pursued. he gives That few escape. Orders they'd none. But all the stars burn. In come his men. And when she saw those Arrabits confused Aloud she cried: "Give us your aid. And Sarraguce is in the Emperour's keep. And the admiral to shameful slaughter put!" When Marsile heard.
A thousand knights he's left there. And the Archbishop. Very Christians. By messengers he seeks his judges out. Said to the King: "Where's Rollanz the Captain. Baivers. with golden pieces bound. and would do His service. Lotherencs and Frisouns. but only good he's vowed. who thither crowd. save that alone the queen To France the Douce goes in captivity. And Bramimunde a prisoner is bound. on th'terrace he dismounts. Saxons. So are they come. into the hall he came. Charles canters on. that city of high valour. On water then Bishops their blessing speak. By love the King will her conversion seek. Five score thousand and more are thus redeemed. Above the altar. by valleys and by mounts. there abound. . his noble companioun. that fair dame. And pagans bring into the baptistry.97 That King fears God. Was come to him there Alde. Ev'n unto Blaive he's brought his nephew down And Oliver. the King and all his army mount. from Brittany and Poitou. the clear day opens now. in his chief seat. Not before Aix will he not make sojourn. at Aix. returning out of Spain. Franks them to God and to His Angels vow. Canters so far. fighters stout. Who guard that town as bids their Emperour. And those in France that are the sagest found. They pass Nerbone by force and by vigour. Of Sarraguce Charles garrisons the tow'rs. Stands the olifant. Clomb to th' Palace. In white coffers he bids them lay those counts At Saint Romain: So rest they in that ground. Who sware to me. with joy and gladness out. Germans he calls. he'ld have me for his mate?" Then upon Charles a heavy sorrow weighed. CCLXVIII That Emperour. When he is come into his lofty house. After. who was so wise and proud. If any Charles with contradiction meet Then hanged or burned or slaughtered shall he be. All the pilgrims may see it. No harm to her. CCLXVII Passes the night. Come to Burdele. Arrived in France. Passing Girunde in great ships. and also calls Borgounds. From Normandy. Thereon begins the cause of Gueneloun. to Saint Sevrin endowed.
Those serfs have bound him. CCLXIX Alde the fair is gone now to her rest. When Rollant's dead shall I alive remain!" Her colour fails. Before himself the Emperour has him led. Pity he had. Holy that day. our Emperour. many tell. Thereon began the trial and defence Of Guenelun. He is my son. On her shoulders her head still drooped and leant. in his Chapelle. Her memory the King with honour kept. Her soul God's Mercy awaits! Barons of France weep therefore and complain. To a monast'ry of nuns they bare her thence. All night their watch until the dawn they held. CCLXX That Emperour is now returned to Aix. all in his iron chains Is in that town. With clubs and whips they trounce him well and baste: He has deserved not any better fate. he tore his beard again: "Sister. please God. His Angels and His Saints. AOI. before the King's Palace. who had the treason spelt. In deer-hide thongs his hands they've helpless made. and shall my marches take. and in an ancient geste How Charles called from many lands his men. at th' feet of Charlemain. dear friend. The felon Guene. for some chief feast was held." Alde answered him: "That word to me is strange. Took her in's hands. fast upon his stake. AOI. Yet the King thought she was but swooning then. That is Loewis. of a dead man you spake. . she's dead. what further can I say. I'll give you one far better in exchange. Before the altar her tomb was fashioned well. CCLXXI Written it is.98 And his eyes wept. She falls. Never. When Charles saw that she was truly dead Four countesses at once he summoned. Saint Silvester's that baron's. and wept. In bitter grief his trial there he awaits. raised her from th'earth again. Assembled them at Aix.
who in Sorence castle liveth." "Felon be I. Were he loyal. Service I did him there in faith and truth. Message I bare to king Marsiliun. stood. wealth to gain. also from prison. And Oliver. whom never more you'll see. And. But treason. his face of gentle hue. And by his side his thirty kinsmen knew. listen to me. He saw those Franks." Guenes the count kneels at his feet to kiss them." CCLXXIII So Guenelun." Answer the Franks: "Take counsel now must we. Lusty his limbs. in 's pride and courtesy. CCLXXIV When Guenes sees. By my cunning I held myself secure. soundly his reasons giving. his nephew. his great cause is beginning. that you to hang committeth? Let the Emperour but once together bring us. Well can he speak. And my nephew. and his noble baruns. "aught to conceal! He did from me much gold and wealth forfeit. right baron-like he'd looked. beside our Emperour. "Of Guenelun judge what the right may be! He was in th'host. his voice was full: "For th' Love of God. So he decreed death for me and dolour. but there's no treason proved. Whence to destroy and slay him did I seek. no. A good vassal. even in Spain with me. Is there one Frank. he cried aloud. before the King there." Says Pinabel: "Straightway you'll be delivered. whose arm to fight is stiffened. Charles heard that. To Oliver." said Guenes. After. baruns! I was in th' host. Thirty he has around him of his kinsmen. and all their comrades too. 'Tis Pinabel. To that fighter Rollant my challenge threw. With my steel brand he shall be smartly chidden. There of my Franks a thousand score did steal.99 CCLXXII "Lords and barons. Says to him Guenes: "In you my faith is fixed. Hatred of me had Rollant. . and all who'ld judge his doom. Save me this day from death. I vow there's not the least." Answered the Franks: "Now go we to the moot." Charles the King doth speak. There's one of them to whom the others listen. Vengeance I gat. betrayed the dozen peers.
since th' hour that he betrayed. Leave we this cause. and lengthy and delicate. And. With love and faith he'll serve him after that.100 CCLXXV To th' counsel go those of Bavier and Saxe. His carcass flung to th' dogs beside the way. before him came. and yet was hardly great. One of his knights." There is but one agrees not to their plan. no longer in our view. 's that man. Black was his hair and somewhat brown his face. Since he is dead. Was not too small. Normans also. caitiff himself proclaimed. Tierris. that Duke of Anjou famed. so noble a man 's he proved. Tierri. Nay let him live. towards you. . is perjured and ashamed: Wherefore I judge that he be hanged and slain. And courteously to the Emperour he spake: "Fair' Lord and King. do not yourself dismay! You know that I have served you many ways: By my ancestors should I this cause maintain. AOI. no more ye'll see Rollanz. Those of Alverne the greatest court'sy have. Nor any wealth nor gold may win him back." Then says the King: "You're felons all of you!" AOI. Enough there are of Tudese and Germans. From Pinabel most quietly draw back. Lean were his limbs. Rollant is dead. returning to Carlun. Says each to each: "'Twere well to let it stand. and of the King demand That he cry quits with Guenes for this act. Felon is Guene. Say to their King: "Sire. CCLXXVII When Charles saw that all of them did fail. Deep down he bowed his head and all his face For th' grief he had. CCLXXVI Then his barons. So he may serve you still in love and truth. And if Rollant was forfeited to Guenes Still your service to him full warrant gave. Most foolish then is he. would do combat. brother to Don Geifreit. Nor for no wealth may we his life renew. we beseech of you That you cry quits with county Guenelun. with Poitevins and Franks. Gefrei's brother.
Communion received. strong. "I'll do the same for you." His deer-hide glove in the King's hand he's left. with pure gold hilted each. And. Says the Emperour: "Good pledges must I get. Five score thousand chevaliers therefor weep. on you this cause depends." the King has said. That Emperour by way of hostage guards it. absolved. their hauberks brightly gleam. Command therefore this noise be made an end. from sin set free. Who bears his blow has no more time to dwell: Says to him: "Sire. vassalous and nimble. AOI. His right hand glove he offereth to Chares. and will the cause contest. ready you might them see. light and strong. Great is he. But. At last they mount on their swift coursing steeds. . bids guard them well. Rich offerings to those minsters they leave. Four benches then upon the place he marshals Where sit them down champions of either party. Oger the Dane between them made the parley. I cry him false. And from their necks hang down their quartered shields.101 As a felon who felony did make. Upon their heads they've laced their helmets clear. CCLXXX For battle. See Tierri here. CCLXXIX When Tierri sees that battle shall come after." Answer the Franks: "Now very well you spake. AOI. Before Carlun now both the two appear: They have their spurs. Until the right be shewn. Next they demand their horses and their armour. as the others' judgement cast them." CCLXXVIII Before the King is come now Pinabel. are fastened on their feet. who hath his judgment dealt. now. And girt on swords. They're well confessed. In their right hands they grasp their trenchant spears." Thirty kinsmen offer their loyal pledge. Masses they've heard. They're chos'n aright. For Rollant's sake pity for Tierri feel. 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.
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 body finely bred. Pure felon I. the girths asunder start.102 God knows full well which way the end shall be. unwearied. horses are out of mind." "Please the Lord God. For the pleasure my wealth I'll give to thee. CCLXXXII Upon the ground are fallen both the knights. All of their shields shatter and rend apart. to strike each other. us between!" AOI. Their hauberks tear. But with those swords whose hilts with gold are lined Upon those helms of steel they beat and strike: Great are the blows. Each the other seeks. Nimbly enough upon their feet they rise. and of great vassalage. Nimble and strong is Pinabels. But make the King with Guenelun agree. To Guenelun such justice shall be dealt Day shall not dawn but men of it will tell. "O God!" says Charles. gallop fast. CCLXXXI Down under Aix there is a pasture large Which for the fight of th' two barons is marked. dart. AOI. those helmets to divide. They spur them well. and light. And their horses. and fall upon the grass. Pinabel. yield: I'll be thy man. Thou'rt great and strong. Proof men are these. if e'er I that concede! God shall this day the right shew. CCLXXXIV Then said Tierri "Bold art thou. The saddles slip. the reins aside they cast. With virtue great. "I would sustain the cause of my kindred . who that sight regard. "Make plain to us the right!" CCLXXXIII Says Pinabel "Tierri. I pray thee. in love and fealty. not so!" said Pinabel. The chevaliers of France do much repine." Answers Tierri: "Such counsel's not for me. Five score thousand weep.
that in his cause are come. CCLXXXVI Sees Tierris then 'that in the face he's struck. It cannot be that they be sundered. Strikes Pinabel on 's helmet brown and rough. the King takes in his arms to kiss. An Arab mule they've brought. Forty barons are in his following. Pinabel of Sorence. And his hauberk. Willalme of Blaive therewith. God's his warrant. Leaps such a spark. Nor make an end. over his belly. With baronage and joy they bring him in. And those his kin. ." AOI. Naimes the Duke. Oger that Danish Prince. on 's helmet of Provence. It is proved right that Guenelun be hung. CCLXXXV He's very proof. AOI. He lays them down. Franks cry aloud: "God hath great virtue done. AOI. And from his head scatters his brains in th' dust. Of his steel brand the point he then presents.103 No mortal man is there from whom I've fled. the grass is kindled thence. Brandishes him on th' sword. and others then they bring. And wipes his face with his great marten-skins. without one man be dead. Upon that blow is all the battle won. To the nose-piece he's broken it and cut. Rather I'ld die than hear reproaches said. whereon he sits. Geifrei d'Anjou. That Emperour Charles is come to him. rent. On grassy field runs clear his flowing blood. And his right cheek in flowing blood is drenched. till dead he's flung. CCLXXXVII Now that Tierris the battle fairly wins. On Tierri's brow the helmet has he wrenched So down his face its broken halves descend. Tierri. The chevaliers most sweetly disarm him. Who death from him prevents. Tierri he strikes." 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.
a felon recreant. So to lead forth four stallions they bade. On the green grass his clear blood gushed and ran. Who betrays man. whose hairs are white enough. and of a temper mad." The baths at Aix great companies attract. need make no boast of that." Answer the Franks: "Shall not of them live one. Hither they came because of Guenelun. himself and 's friends undoes. and christening demands. He called to him the Bishops out of France. save thus?" With an hundred serjeants by force they come. And all the limbs were from his body dragged. advise what shall be done. halt and dismount therein. Fore all the rest. Basbrun: "Go hang them all on th' tree of cursed wood! Nay. . So oft she's heard sermons and reprimands. Sones fell Gue into perdition black. Which. CCLXXXIX Then turned away the Baivers and Germans And Poitevins and Bretons and Normans. Those of Baviere and also the Germans: "A dame free-born lies captive in my hands. they bound his feet and both his hands. AOI. There they baptised the Queen of Sarazands. led forward four sejeants Towards a stream that flowed amid that land. as pledges gave them up. CCLXXXVIII His counts and Dukes then calls to him Carlun: "With these I guard. to death and shame thou'rt struck!" He answers him: "How could I act. Those steeds were swift. Baptise her then. For Pinabel. 'twas voted by the Franks That Guenes die with marvellous great pangs. that straight are hung. Thirty of them there are. Dames of estate and long inheritance. CCXC When the Emperour had made his whole vengeance." The King commands his provost then. The punishment of the others then begins." They answer him: "Sponsors the rite demands. After. If one escape. All his sinews were strained until they snapped. by their heads. Guenes is dead. She would fear God. by this beard.104 They come to Aix. so God her soul may have. Who betrays man.
End of The Project Gutenberg Etext of The Song of Roland from http://manybooks. King Vivien thou'lt succour there. and speaks: "Summon the hosts.net/ . the darkness is grown deep." Right loth to go. that Emperour was he: "God!" said the King: "My life is hard indeed!" Tears filled his eyes. Go thou by force into the land of Bire. SO ENDS THE TALE WHICH TUROLD HATH CONCEIVED. Christian is she by very cognisance. Passes the day.105 And found for her the name of Juliane. of thine Empire. And now that King in 's vaulted chamber sleeps. The Christians there implore thee and beseech. at Imphe. His mighty wrath's abated from its heat. CCXCI When the Emperour his justice hath achieved. In the city which pagans have besieged. he tore his snowy beard. Saint Gabriel is come from God. And Bramimunde has christening received. Charles.
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