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