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