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