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