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also his dukes: "My Lords. us to confuse. Nor have I strength his forces to undo. Into this land is come. II King Marsilies he lay at Sarraguce. August 1995. *END*THE SMALL PRINT! FOR PUBLIC DOMAIN ETEXTS*Ver. No city walls are left for him to gain. Charles of France the Douce. and prepared by Douglas B. of marble blue. Maley.5 gratefully accepts contributions in money. Round him his men. of th' Castle of Val Funde. Can ye ward off this present death and dule?" What word to say no pagan of them knew. I Charles the King. OCR software. This electronic edition was produced. full twenty thousand. Save Sarraguce. Maley and Douglas B. time.J. Full seven years hath sojourned in Spain. [Charles Kenneth] Moncreiff Anonymous Old French epic. III Blancandrins was a pagan very wise.COM). dating perhaps as early as the middle 11th century. Conquered the land. Called he forth then his counts. and won the western main. royalty free copyright licenses. he stood his lord beside. that sits on high mountain. Document scanning provided by R.93*END* The Song of Roland Translated by C. .J. give ear to our impending doom: That Emperour. edited. There on a throne he sate.04. ye that are wise and true. K. I have no host in battle him to prove. Mahumet's man. Proofreading by R.29. who feareth not God's name. our Lord and Sovereign. AOI. he invokes Apollin's aid. Marsile its King. and every other sort of contribution you can think of. Went he his way into an orchard cool. Now no fortress against him doth remain. Save Blancandrin. Killings. stood. In vassalage he was a gallant knight. scanning machines. First in prowess. Money should be paid to "Project Gutenberg Association / Illinois Benedictine College". Killings (DeTroyes@AOL. public domain etexts. Counsel me then. Nor wards off ills that shall to him attain.

When they are gone. Malbien from over sea. So be it. Silver and gold. Tidings of us no Frank will hear or say. in France. Send him our sons." the pagans say. "Gentle Barons. to each his fair domain. Than that we lose honour and dignity. good reason to decree: Ten hath he called.6 And thus he spoke: "Do not yourself affright! Yield to Carlun. And Machiner and his uncle Mahee. And Blancandrin. and that King Marsilie Calleth aside Clarun of Balaguee. should he demand surety. To Aix. to Charlemagne go ye. High festival will hold for Saint Michael. four hundred mules load high. . V The council ends. Time will go by. that in the wind doth sway. his friend and his ally. With Jouner. Faithful service. and do him fealty. I say. Follow him there before Saint Michael's tide. sev'n hundred camelry. You shall receive and hold the Christian rite. In his Chapelle at Aix will Charles stay. Fifty wagons his wrights will need supply. Estramarin and Eudropin his peer. Better by far they go. Send hostages. the first-born of our wives. Franks will retire to France their own terrain. Till with that wealth he pays his soldiery. War hath he waged in Spain too long a time. Ten or a score. I'll surely furnish mine. Than that ourselves do suffer grief and pain. our loyal oath to bind. IV Says Blancandrins: "By my right hand." AOI. And Priamun and Guarlan of the beard. And by this beard. Stand honour bound. Than that ourselves lose this clear land of Spain. Thousand mewed hawks. though doomed to die. Better by far their heads be shorn away. homeward he will him hie. From th' hostage he'll slice their heads away. And be ourselves brought down to beggary. -An he be slain." "That is well said. The Frankish host you'll see them all away. Proud is that King. were first in felony. and cruel his courage. Lions and bears and hounds for him provide. that is so big with pride. and pass the appointed day.

VII Ten snow-white mules then ordered Marsilie." the pagans straight agree. you'll have your fill of me. his council finishing. Bridled with gold. Yet cannot guard himself from treachery. Olive-branches in your right hands bearing. saddled in silver clear. Will be his man. Hostages too. Silver and gold. AOI. I will receive the rite of christening. that bears his gonfaloun. the King. my lords. Gifts of a King. Says to his men : "Go now. His catapults have battered town and tow'r. In their right hands were olive-branches green. In your right hands bear olive-branches green Which signify Peace and Humility. Ere this new moon wanes. One thousand men shall be my following. AOI. if so he will. In that city there is no pagan now But he been slain. Gefreid d'Anjou. The Emperour is in a great orchard ground Where Oliver and Rollant stand around. to him.7 He is in siege of Cordres the city. the walls are tumbled down. Great good treasure his knights have placed in pound." "We have enough. Silver and gold and many a jewelled gown. VIII Merry and bold is now that Emperour. he'll have. that holds all France in fee. . In his God's name to shew me his mercy. Cordres he holds." AOI. the King of Suatilie. or takes the Christian vow." Says Blancandrins: "Much good will come of this. Came they to Charle. VI King Marsilies. I'll give you all your need. If you by craft contrive to set me free. Mounted them those that should the message speak. I shall be with him. There too Gerin and Geriers are found. Sansun the Duke and Anseis the proud. Bid ye for me that Charlemagne. my love and faith swearing. Manors and fiefs.

and greyhounds leashed on chain. Any there be you'll have more nobly born. is seen a mighty crowd. Four hundred mules his silver shall convey. that holds Douce France in pow'r. Out of his wealth meet presents would he make. 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. Should any seek. his face is very bold. King Marsilies hath ever been my foe. White is his beard. In what measure of faith am I to hold?" That Sarrazin says. fashioned of gold throughout. Lions and bears. And to the King: "May God preserve you safe. On white carpets those knights have sate them down. no need to point him out. And in salute full courteously they lout. IX The foremost word of all Blancandrin spake. These very words you have before me told. and blossoming-white his crown. Ten shall you take. -Chequers the old. To your palace seigneurial when you go. While fence the young and lusty bachelours. X That Emperour inclined his head full low. Hasty in speech he never was. he'll follow too that way. on foot they get them down. his countenance is proud. Shapely his limbs. The All Glorious. a son of mine shall go. Fifteen thousand. Though he be slain. He says to them: "Good tidings have you told. When he looks up. for wisdom most renowned. Fifty wagons you'll need to bear away Golden besants. l Stands a fald-stool. AOI. return again to Aix. Now in this land you've been too long a day Hie you to France. At the game-boards to pass an idle hour. sev'n hundred dromedrays. Thus saith my Lord." That Emperour t'wards God his arms he raised Lowered his head. come out of France the Douce. . such store of proved assay. Wherewith full tale your soldiers you can pay. began to meditate. The messengers. "Hostages he'll show. but slow: His custom was. in eglantine embow'red. at his leisure he spoke. or fifteen or a score. Beneath a pine. Thousand mewed hawks.8 Where they are found.

that God for you hath wrought.9 At Michael's Feast. Greyhounds on leash and bears and lions also." says the Emperour then." AOI. Those ten men's mules in stall he bade them tie. There is he fain the Christian faith to know. Calls his barons. But into France demands he my departure. Guenes came there. And among them the Count Rollant came in. Out of his wealth he'll give me weighty masses. thither will he follow Ev'n to your baths. which ended ill. and his nephew Henry. The Council then began. Richard the old. That Emperour does with the morning rise." Answers him Charles: "Still may he heal his soul. "King Marsilies hath sent me his messages. Four hundred mules with gold Arabian charged. XI Clear shone the sun in a fair even-tide. Those messengers had lodging for the night. where is my Castle. Franks out of France. that wrought the treachery. also Gerin. Thousand mewed hawks and seven hundred camels. . and stays beneath a pine. yea more than fifty drawing. And Oliver. beneath a pine he sits. Dozen serjeants served after them aright. Darkling they lie till comes the clear daylight. Barons he calls. good counsel to define. He'll follow me to Aix. My Lord hath said. AOI. AOI. Fifty wagons. Forth goes that King. Charles. From Gascony the proof Count Acolin. his council to begin: Oger the Duke. Matins and Mass are said then in his sight. Also a tent in the orchard raise on high. Tedbald of Reims and Milun his cousin: With him there were Gerers. so proof and so gentil. For with his Franks he's ever of a mind. that Archbishop Turpin. called in periculo. XII That Emperour. a thousand chivalry. XIII "My Lords Barons.

lie in siege. To Sarraguce lead forth your great army. Two of your Counts did to the pagan speed. save whence your good shall come. Leave we the fools.10 There he'll receive the law of our Salvation: Christian he'll be. so on to war proceed. Vengeance for those the felon slew to wreak. and all the land of Pine. War have you waged. when into Spain came we. "Believe not Marsilie. He clasps his chin. this bidding be not done. and comes before Carlun. his nephew not one. Quick to reply. Good word nor bad. and the other Basilie: Their heads he took on th' hill by Haltilie. Of his pagans he sent you then fifteen. he never will agree. Seven years since. and hold from me his marches. You of your Franks a Council did decree. Bearing in hand their olive-branches green: Who. And to the King: "Believe not any one. And to the King. Traitor in all his ways was Marsilies. these very words did speak. Throughout all Spain your writ alone shall run Next he'll receive our rule of Christendom Who shall advise. but only Guenelun Springs to his feet. if need be. XV That Emperour he sits with lowering front. by finger and by thumb. that King Marsiliun. XIV That Emperour hath ended now his speech. and with the wise be one. ev'n as now. Basan was one. Right haughtily his reason he's begun. But I know not what purpose in his heart is. and Sezilie. And Balaguet. since all to death must come. Praised they your words that foolish were in deed. Deserves not death." . Since he sends word. The Count Rollanz. I conquer'd you Noples also Commibles. All your life long. My word nor theirs. And took Valterne. his beard his fingers tug. he springs upon his feet. Homage he'll do. and Tuele." Then say the Franks: "Beseems us act with caution!" AOI. Counsel of pride is wrong: we've fought enough." AOI. Franks hold their peace.

I say. shall that way wend.11 AOI." Answers the King: "Old man of wisdom pruff. By this white beard. And to the King: "Now rightly have you heard Guenes the Count. the third. Him who entreats your pity do not spurn." "Certes. you'll not. Nay. XVI And after him came Neimes out. Sinners were they that would to war return. to King Marsiliun?" Answers Duke Neimes: "I'll go there for your love. that you have seen grow blench. but let it well be heard." XVIII "My lords barons. for none hath called you up. and as these cheeks are rough. With catapults his ramparts have you burst. Better vassal there was not in the world." "Well said the Duke. King Marsilies in war is overturned. and all his cities burned." says Oliver his friend. For seven years you've lingered in this land . Wisdom was there." Answers the King: "Be silent both on bench. Go sit you down. you'd seen them all silent. Vanquished his men. AOI. Your feet nor his. Give me therefore the wand. If the King wills it I might go there well. The dozen peers by that would stand condemned. His castles all in ruin have you hurled. Franks hold their peace. With hostages his faith he would secure. Let this great war no longer now endure. say whom now can we send To th' Sarrazin that Sarraguce defends?" Answers Rollanz: "I might go very well. say whom shall we send up To Sarraguce. XVII "My lords barons. I am afraid you would misapprehend. by this beard. "For your courage is fierce unto the end. also the glove. Says to the King: "In peace now leave your Franks. You'll not this year so far from me remove." Franks utter in their turn. XIX Turpins of Reins is risen from his rank. what answer he returned.

to me the clove. chevaliers.12 They have endured much pain and sufferance. sit you down on yonder silken mat. my goodfather. XXI Answers him Guene: "Thou shalt not go for me. began to laugh for glee. surely. To Sarraguce going to Marsilie. should bear the answer. until that I command. I will seek out the Spanish Sarazand. I take no thought for slander. . his ribs were broadly arched So fair he seemed that all the court regarded." Answers Rollanz: "Thou'rt full of pride and madness. Charles commnds that I do his decree. nor am I lord of thee. "Choose ye me out a baron from my marches. Says to Rollant: "Fool. Fine limbs he had." Then says Rollanz: "There's Guenes." Answer the Franks: "For he can wisely manage. If the King will. And speak no more. AOI. XXII When Guenes sees that Rollant laughs at it. This mighty wrath of mine I'll thus let free. Then if God grant that I return hereafter. Charles. Proud face he had. Give." AOI. Thou'rt not my man." That Emperour answers intolerant: "Go. There I will work a little trickery. his eyes with colour. wherefore art so wrathful? All men know well that I am thy goodfather. All men know well. But some wise man." And that count Guenes is very full of anguish. to Marsiliun I travel. Sire. Off from his neck he flings the pelts of marten. Thou hast decreed. also the wand." says the Emperour then. sparkled." When Rollanz heard. XX "Franks. I'm ready to go rather. And on his feet stands clear in silken garment." AOI. So let him go. For I believe his thoughts I understand. To Marsilie shall carry back my answer. there's none you should send rather. I'll follow thee with such a force of passion That will endure so long as life may last thee.

you see me where you sit. When I command." Guenes said. Right Emperour." Then says the King: "Over intolerant. " all this is from Rollanz. I?" Then said the King "In Jesu's Name and mine!" . for they are of his band. But the count Guenes elsewhere would fain be found . A false judgement you bore me when you chid. The dozen peers." XXVI "Now. Murmur the Franks: "God! What may that mean now? By this message great loss shall come about. "You'll soon have news enow. you're chosen by the Franks. before me stand. Now certainly you go when I command. I will your word accomplish. Nor Oliver. To him I leave my honours and domain. For you have heard. Sire. Whence who goes there returns no more again. I'll not love him." Answers him Charles: "Your heart is too humane. so long as I'm a man." "And go I can. men say he shews the knightly strain." says Guene. When he should take.13 Such grief he has. XXIV Then says the King: "Guenes. Since I must go. time is to start amain. why need I linger." "Lordings. AOI. XXIII "To Sarraguce I must repair. A little more. 'tis plain. who goes at his right hand. he'll look for me in vain. And I've a son. for rage he's like to split." "Sire." XXV His right hand glove that Emperour holds out." answers Guenes. it falls upon the ground. Your sister's hand in marriage have I ta'en. also the wand. and he has lost his wit: Says to that count: "I love you not a bit. All I defy. as in your sight I stand. And take from me the glove. yet have I no warrant Basile had none nor his brother Basant. "give me your orders. as you bid. there is no prettier swain: Baldwin." AOI. Care well for him.

On Tachebrun. each to each. What seeks he now of us in our country?" Then answers Guene "So great courage hath he. All of the best he takes that may appear: Spurs of fine gold he fastens on his feet. Who all exclaim: "Unlucky lord. He that for you this journey has decreed King Charlemagne will never hold him dear." After they say: "Us too. AOI. With Blancandrins. you soon shall speed. Who conquered Puille and th'whole of Calabrie. my son." -. XXVII Guenes the count goes to his hostelry. Says Blancandrins: "Charles." Then answers Guenes: "Not so. His uncle holds the stirrup. indeed! In the King's court these many years you've been. next he leaps. Noble vassal. his charger.Rides down the road. The Count Rollant. Yet a great wrong these dukes do and these counts . they say that have you seen. he should not so have deemed. who abides his company. my lords. His rights accord and help him in his need. To France the Douce. and halts beneath a tree. the Lord be pleased! Far better one than many knights should bleed. Cunning and keen they speak then. Sire. who is my friend and peer.14 With his right hand he has absolved and signed. Knowing you were born of very noble breed. And Pinabel. shall he lead. On my behalf my gentle wife you'll greet. Into England he crossed the bitter sea. XXIX Says Blancandrins "Gentle the Franks are found." AOI. and on his way goes he. Where Sarrazins assembled he may see. whom you have seen. Guinemere. XXVIII Guenes canters on. what a man is he. And Baldewin. Then to his care the wand and brief confides. And to his side Murgles his sword of steel. Finds for the road his garments and his gear. To th' Holy Pope restored again his fee. Then you had seen so many knights to weep. Never was man against him might succeed.

whom shame will yet find out. Held in his hand an apple red and round. There was the King that held the whole of Espain. His nephew came. in sark of iron brown. Haste into sight then Blancandrins and Guene. Each day t'wards death he goes a little down. till they might hear the tale. Holding the hand of county Guenelun. XXXI Cantered so far then Blancandrins and Guene Till each by each a covenant had made And sought a plan. The King himself holds all by his command. how Rollant might be slain. Sire. whose holy laws here run! . shall peace once more abound. being in counsel proud. beyond by Carcasoune. Chargers and mules. XXX Says Blancandrins: "A cruel man. With what people takes he this task in hand?" And answers Guene: "The people of the Franks. Twenty thousand of Sarrazins his train. They love him so. without Only Rollanz. Mahum And Apollin. And challenges the peace of every land. There a fald-stool stood in a pine-tree's shade. XXXII Blancandrin comes before Marsiliun. Rollant. Says to the King "Lord save you. Once in the shade the King had sate him down. "Of all earth's kings I bring you here the crowns. for men he'll never want. When he be slain." Guenes replies: "There is none such. "Behold. Spoils he had won. fair Sire." AOI. Silver and gold he show'rs upon his band. Nor was there one but did his speech contain.15 Unto their lord." AOI. garments and silken mats. Eager for news. Enveloped all in Alexandrin veils. From hence to the East he'll conquer sea and land. Him and themselves they harry and confound. Cantered so far by valley and by plain To Sarraguce beneath a cliff they came." His cruel pride must shortly him confound." said Rollanz as he bowed. That would bring down to bondage every man.

Two fingers' width from scabbard bares the blade. His feathered dart he brandishes and shakes." says the alcaliph: "When on this Frank your vengeance you would wreak. to whom we're bound to pray Proud Charlemagne this message bids me say: You must receive the holy Christian Faith. "to suffer I am meek." AOI. Praising his God. Both his two hands he raised against the sun. but answer made he none. XXXV Then Sarrazins implored him so. From him you'll hear if peace shall be. The All Glorious. XXXIV King Marsilies is turn'ed white with rage. Judged and condemned you'll be. He made to strike: they turned aside his aim. And says to it: "O clear and fair and brave. Snatching a dart." "Sire. Cunning and keen began at length. On the faldstoel Marsillies took his seat. that out of France is come. with golden feathers gay. Greatest in wealth." King Marsilies was very sore afraid. And yield in fee one half the lands of Spain. And to the King: "May God preserve you safe. Yes. every one. Rather you should listen to hear him speak. AOI." "Let us prevent this fight:" the pagans say. the chiefs. you will die in misery and shame." said Marsile: "We'll hear him." "Speak. Guenes beholds: his sword in hand he takes. . That the Emperour of France shall never say In a strange land I'd thrown my life away Before these chiefs thy temper had essayed. Before this King in court we'll so behave." Guenes says. "Greatly you harm our cause. If to accord this tribute you disdain.16 Your message we delivered to Charlun. XXXIII But the count Guenes did deeply meditate. Taken by force and bound in iron chain You will be brought before his throne at Aix. and spake Even as one that knoweth well the way. He sends you here his noblest born barun. or none. and shortly slain.

Tried there and judged." When Guenes hears. so long as I be free. I bear in mind his bitter grief and ire. there speaks his son to Marsilye. Charles will not love me ever otherwise. Looks in the brief. To you he'll come. of Franks the chief." AOI. Says to the King: "In madness spoke this wight. he draws his sword outright. Flung you will be on a vile sumpter-beast. Our Emperour has sent you here this brief. One half of Spain he'll render as your fief The rest Rollanz. Whose heads I took on th' hill by Haltilye. 'Tis of Basan and 's brother Basilye. his nephew.17 I will not fail. . your head you will not keep. XXXVI Before the King's face Guenes drawing near Says to him "Sire. sees what the King did write: "Charles commands. But not his sword. In his right hand he grasps the golden hilt. and bind you hands and feet. But I will tell. shall receive. Leave him to me. that Royal Majesty. and Sarraguce besiege. And over it a veil Alexandrin. Proud parcener in him you'll have indeed. If I would save my body now alive. wherefore this rage and fear? Seeing you are. These he throws down. he'll not leave hold of it." He's given it into the pagan's nief. this. beneath that pine. What Charlemagne. Take you by force. come cantering in your speed. they're held by Blancandrin. Bear you outright ev'n unto Aix his seat. So wrong he was. Jennet nor mule. Nay. XXXVII Now Marsilies. is turn'ed white with ire. should this land its treasure pile in heaps." Guenes had on a cloke of sable skin. "A noble baron. You will not then on palfrey nor on steed." After. The pagans say. Bids me inform his mortal enemy. Bidden to hold the Christians' right belief. If you will not to Charles this tribute cede. who holds all France by might. He breaks the seal and casts the wax aside. I must despatch my uncle the alcalyph. Against the trunk he stands. for all the gold God keeps. by Charles. I will that wrong requite. to spare him were not right.

His great valour how can it be counted? Him with such grace hath God illumined. Through many lands his armies he has led. his time is nearly spent. Of Charlemagne I wish to hear you tell. May God be pleased to shew you His mercy. me. XL Then says Marsile "Guenes. And so rich kings he's brought to beg their bread. was the King's son and heir. the truth to ken. XXXIX "Fair Master Guenes. Of treason there make lawless parliament. Five hundred pounds would not their worth redeem. With him he takes the best among his men." XLI The pagan says: "You make me marvel sore . To-morrow night the gift shall ready be." AOI." Then says the King: "So let him now be fetched. There is no man that sees and knows him well But will proclaim the Emperour's hardihead. And Blancandrins there shews his snowy hair." He's taken Guenes by his right finger-ends." says then King Marsilie. honour and goodness yet. He's very old. So many blows his buckled shield has shed. And through the orchard straight to the King they wend. Praise him as best I may. AOI. And the alcaliph. In our service his faith to me he's pledged. These sable skins take as amends from me. as 'tis said." Guene answers him: "I'll not refuse it. What time from war will he draw back instead?" And answers Guenes: "Not so was Charles bred. Says Blancandrins: "Summon the Frank again. Making to strike. I shewed my great fury.18 XXXVIII The King is gone into that orchard then. Two hundred years he's lived now. Minded I am to love you very well. And Jursalet. when all is said. Remain untold. "I did you now a little trickery. Better to die than leave his banneret. his uncle and his friend.

" says Marsilies the King. For twenty men that you shall now send in To France the Douce he will repair. whom Charl'es holds so precious." says Guene. Vanquished and slain of kings so rich a band. Two hundred years. Two hundred years and more." Answers him Guenes: "Not on this journeying Save of pagans a great loss suffering." says Guenes." AOI. Dead are the counts. he's lived and more.19 At Charlemagne. fairer than tongue can sing. And Oliver. No such vassal goes neath the dome of heaven. The dozen peers. with other thousands twenty. they say. who hoary is and blanched. And proof also is Oliver his henchman. So many blows from spears and lances borne. "Such men are mine. "so long as lives Rollanz." AOI. he fears no living man. that King. believe me if you will. When will time come that he draws back from war?" "Never. "so long as lives his nephew. wise counsel following. . In the rereward will follow after him Both his nephew. Such blows hath borne from many a trenchant lance. The dozen peers he cherishes at hand. he holds no man in terror. He has gone forth and conquered many a land. with twenty thousand Franks. These are his guard. From hence to the East there is no such vassal. XLII Says Sarrazin: "My wonder yet is grand At Charlemagne. Charles is secure. So many lands he's led his armies o'er. These are his guards. XLIII "Fair Master Guenes. as I think. To the Emperour such wealth of treasure give That every Frank at once is marvelling. Charles will behold his great pride perishing. Oliver his comrade. When will time come that he from war draws back?" "Never. Charles is secure. count Rollant. who is so old and hoar. I understand. And proof also. And so rich kings brought down to beg and sorn. Leave you the fools. For battle then he'll have no more the skill. Of knights I can four hundred thousand bring So I may fight with Franks and with their King. that courteous paladin.

he's kissed him on the throat. He'ld not again assemble in such force. XLV "Could one achieve that Rollant's life was lost. in the rear. In it their laws. from Rollant you'll be freed. but yours shall also bleed." says then King Marsilie. XLVII Was a fald-stool there. A guard he'll set behind him. Bruised and bled white the race of Franks shall be. Twenty thousand Franks in their company Five score thousand pagans upon them lead. XLIV Fair Master Guene." Answers him Guenes: "That will I soon make clear The King will cross by the good pass of Size. first or last. that rich peer. Mahum's and Tervagant's. made of olifant. You will have wrought a high chivalrous deed. Though there remained his marvellous great host. Treason he's sworn. XLVI Said Marsilie -. Next he begins to undo his treasure-store. And Oliver.20 AOI. but peace. Swear me the death of Rollant on that day. are in his sword Murgles. and with speed. count Rollant. the Spanish Sarazand.but now what more said they? -"No faith in words by oath unbound I lay. Nor all your life know war again. AOI." On the relics. Franks unawares in battle you shall meet. His nephew there." Then answered Guene: "So be it. . AOI. A book thereon Marsilies bade them plant. I do not say. Battle again deliver. as you say. Terra Major would languish in repose. how Rollant slain may be." Marsile has heard. AOI. Charle's right arm were from his body torn. forsworn his faith away. "Shew the device. in whom he well believes. So. He's sworn thereby.

the gentlest under heaven. "Take now this sword. Smiling and clear to Guenelun begins: "Take now my helm. On mouth and cheek then each the other kissed. AOI. "For prize you dear my lord and all around. And answered Guenes: "So be it. Here for your wife I have two brooches found. Smiling and clear. he's said to Guenelun. is it now made ready?" He answers him: "Ay. as you command!" AOI." Count Guenes answered him. Your Emperour has none such. I'll be bound. "I love you well. XLIX After there came a pagan. cheek and chin. AOI." said she to the count. XLVIII In haste there came a pagan Valdabrun. say. that guards his treasure." He's taken them. Amethysts and jacynths in golden mount." . better is none than this. "Tribute for Charles. and better sword has none. By what device we may dishonour bring. To you. More worth are they than all the wealth of Roum. Sire. Climorins." Guenes the count answers: "It shall-be done. And verily he'll slay him if he can. LI The King now calls Malduiz. and in his hosen pouched.21 In the rereward if he shall find Rollant. kissed each the other one. Into the hilt a thousand coins are run. That in rereward against him we may come. Battle to himself and all his band. Give us your aid from Rollant the barun. I offer it in love." "It shall be done. for here is plenty Silver and gold on hundred camels seven. Bramimound. L In haste there came the Queen forth. on Rollant the marquis. sir. Warden had been to King Marsiliun. fair sir." Then. And twenty men. But give us aid.

Guenes arrived. LIV In morning time is risen the Emperere.22 AOI. AOI. . Now. The Count Rollanz had broken it and ta'en. the felon perjurer. And golden hilts upon their swords they bare. At dawn of day. look after them with care. and many others there. just as the light grows plain. Proud Marsilies bade me this word declare That alcaliph. very great and rare. He is come down unto the city Gailne. Tribute I bring you. This great tribute present you first to Charles. and made his prayer. AOI. An hundred years its ruins shall remain. And for tribute from the great land of Spain. Neimes the Duke. Into their camp is come the county Guene. Let not your heart in our behalf grow cold! Out of my store I'll give you wealth untold. And twenty men. Sire. you must spare. Of Guenelun the King for news is fain. new year and old. I swear! Of Sarraguce the keys to you I bear. Says to the King: "God keep you. He's said to him: "You are both wise and bold. My own eyes saw four hundred thousand there." His charger mounts. Take then the keys of this city so large. his uncle. On the green grass before the tent his chair. Begins to speak. Charging ten mules with fine Arabian gold. Mattins and Mass he's heard. Where Rollant stood and that bold Oliver. Then get me placed Rollanz in the rereward. and on his journey starts. I'll do the same for you. In hauberks dressed. closed helms that gleamed in the air. with very cunning air. LIII That Emperour draws near to his domain. by the law that you most sacred hold. LII Marsilie's arm Guene's shoulder doth enfold." Answers him Guenes: "My time is nearly past. Battle I'll give him that shall be the last. If him I find in valley or in pass.

will do you homage there. Towards Douce France that Emperour has hasted. Franks leave their lines. Then were they drowned. Marsile they left. For Christendom they've neither wish nor care. Guenes the count that spear from him doth seize. the darkness is grown deep. God! what a grief. her cities violated. LVI Passes the day. That flown into the sky the flinders seem. But the fourth league they had not compassed. the sumpter-beasts are yare T'wards France the Douce all on their way repair. Her castles ta'en. Hauberks they wore and sarks with iron plated. lies asleep. Were he alive. Joining his hands. and rich reward shall wear. that would their faith forswear. Franks know not what is fated. rich Charles. AOI. I should have brought him here. their helms were laced. to your Empire. Kingdom of Spain will hold as you declare. The pagan king." Then says the King: "Now God be praised. ere Brake from the North tempest and storm in the air. That Emperour. they will no more appear. Ere you have seen one month pass of this year He'll follow you to France. his war was now abated. The Franks in camp through all that country baited. Upon a lance Rollant his ensign raised. Lances made sharp. LVII . right to the sea they'll fare.23 They followed him. bids you hear. Swords to their sides were girt. through those wide valleys raced. in truth. AOI." Bids through the host a thousand trumpets blare. Then said the King. escutcheons newly painted: There in the mists beyond the peaks remained The day of doom four hundred thousand waited. Charles sleeps on nor wakens from his dream. Sire. Dreams that he stands in the great pass of Size. I swear! Well have you wrought. Brandishes it and twists it with such ease. LV Charles the Great that land of Spain had wasted. Cantered pagans. High on a cliff against the sky 'twas placed. In his two hands his ashen spear he sees. He will accept the laws you hold and fear.

of Denmark. in his Chapelle once more. in his thought. AOI. His body dear did savagely assault. Since the rereward you have for me decreed. 'tis true in-deed. Looks through the host often and everyway. LVIII Passes the night and opens the clear day. First the right ear of that grim bear he caught. Leaping in the air he sped to Charles call. "Ye see the pass along these valleys strait. "My lords barons." at length doth Charles say. Charles sleeps on. Yet which might win they knew not. Sir. nor wakens he for aught. LX When Rollant heard that he should be rerewarden ." AOI. nor any steed." "There's my good-son. Of battle great the Franks then seemed to talk. And who shall go before me in the gate?" "Oger is here. And furiously the leopard next he fought." answers Guenes. Out of Ardennes he saw a leopard stalk." When the King hears. "You've no baron were better in that place. nor charger nor palfrey. Jennet nor mule that canter can with speed. But my sword's point shall first exact their meed. Into your heart is come a mortal hate. who shall in rereward wait. Judge for me now." AOI. That his right arm an evil bear did gnaw. Nor sumpter-horse will lose. "You've no baron whose valour is as great." then answers Guenes. And says to him: "You devil incarnate. As I know well. I ought to hold you dear. he looks upon him straight." Answers him Guenes: "I know.24 And after this another vision saw. LIX The count Rollanz hath heard himself decreed. That Emperour canters in brave array. In France. at Aix. Charles the King will never lose by me. Rollanz. But then there dashed a harrier from the hall. Speaks then to Guenes by rule of courtesy: "Good-father.

and Sansun too came there. He tugs his beard. "Give me the bow you carry in your hand. (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.25 Furiously he spoke to his good-father: "Aha! culvert. And Otes came. I know. Half of my host I leave you presently. a thousand score I'll keep. will any man Say that it fell and lay upon the land. and also Berengiers. his chin is in his hand Tears fill his eyes. and Rollant bears it furth. the King. Also Gerins and the proud count Geriers. Go through the pass in all security. his company are worth. at first." Then says the count: "I will not have them. Old Anseis. would do that work." That Emperour with lowered front doth stand. Beside him came his comrade Oliver. LXI "Right Emperour. LXIV The count Rollanz has mounted his charger. your safeguard this shall be. As Guenes let fall. Rollanz then calleth he: "Fair nephew mine. Then find him men. Neer in reproach. if I fail in the deed! Good valiant Franks. . when he received the wand. As then from thee the wand fell before Charles?" AOI. While I'm alive there's no man you need fear. Thinkest the glove will slip from me hereafter. No baron else have you. know this in verity. begotten of a bastard. Gerart also of Rossillon the fierce. LXIII That Emperour. For that on him the rereward is conferred." says the baron Rollanz. LXII And after that is come duke Neimes furth. me I Confound me God. Retain you them. Give him the bow your hands have bent. he cannot them command." AOI." Gives it.

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,

Franks shall be slain." AOI. Find I Rollanz. whom we descend upon. The dozen peers from death have no warrant. that land was his as well. Of good vassals will Charles be richly bled. We will assault Olivier and Rollant. Before Marsile he cries amid the press: "To Rencesvals I go. that is both good and long With Durendal I'll lay it well across. pride to make less. before me stand! Into the pass ye'll go to Rencesvals. Nor Oliver that hath the others led.29 A thousand score. Charles the old will suffer grief and wrong. and France lie deserted. Christians he would them massacre. then fame in field we'll own. he'll not bear thence his head. . The dozen peers condemned are to death. with shields and lances brave. He was a count. every one. LXXVI From the other part. Turgis of Turtelose. Felons were these. Serve we him well. From death he'll find his warranty in none. and Chares be right sad." AOI. Escremiz of Valtrenne. to meet Rollanz I'll go. Before Marsile among the rest is gone. To Rencesvals. with death I'll him acquaint. Ye'll hear betimes to which the prize is gone." LXXV From the other part. LXXIV From the other part. In scalding blood we'll dye their blades scarlat. See here my sword. and thither lead my band. Says to the King: "Let not dismay be shewn! Mahum's more worth than Saint Peter of Rome. Find I Rollanz. Then said Marsile: "My Lords. a pagan Esturganz. For these our swords are trusty and trenchant. and traitors miscreant. No more on earth his crown will he put on. Estramariz also. Franks shall be slain. was his comrade. Give me your aid. even as you command." They answer him: "Sire. Day shall not dawn but Charles will make his plaint. A Sarrazin. Franks shall be slain. that city was his own.

Right to the ground his hair swept either way. When she beholds. No dew fell there. Five score thousand of Sarrazins they take. truly you'll see all that Yea." The dozen peers are. Find I Rollanz the proud upon my way. Franks shall be slain. the Emperour we'll give into your hand. God's curse on it was plain. Sir King." The pagan king has bowed his head down deep. Day shall not dawn but brings him rage and grief. Who looks on him. nor any shower of rain. Says Chemubles "My sword is in its place. In a fir-wood their gear they ready make. AOI. And Durendal I'll conquer with this blade. and France abased be. Chemubles of Muneigre. Ere a year pass. King Marsilie! To Rencesvals I go.30 Terra Major we'll give into your hand. See here the sword. For his beauty the ladies hold him dear. or trust me not again. at this word." LXXVII Running there came Margariz of Sibile. To Charles the old. above them all cries he. away. to the sea. No sun shone there. all France we shall have seized. Till we can lie in th' burgh of Saint Denise. Comes through the press. with his great blossoming beard. I got in gift from the admiral of Primes. And many say that devils there remain. with him her heart is pleased. Come there. Who keenly press. beneath their load that strain. LXXIX . she can but smile for glee. Franks shall be slain. In scarlat blood I pledge it shall be steeped. whose hilt is gold indeed. nor grew there any grain. He for a jest would bear a heavier weight Than four yoked mules. The dozen peers are doomed to martyry. he Nor Oliver may scape alive from me. I'll fall on him. and France a desert made. and on to battle haste. Who holds the land by Cadiz. "Be not at all dismayed. That land he had. At Rencesvals scarlat I will it stain. Was no pagan of such high chivalry. LXXVIII From the other part. and Rollanz. The very stones were black upon that plain.

no measure could he set. Kingdom of Spain he sees before him spread. so many gathered." LXXXI Upon a peak is Oliver mounted. the Franks its echo hear. cease. Man for his lord should suffer great disease. I believe. Gird on their swords of tried steel Viennese." Answers the count Rollanz: "Olivier. and burning heat.31 Ready they make hauberks Sarrazinese. That folded are. That man is my good-father. what helmets these that gleam? They'll smite our Franks with fury past belief. come out of Spain. Sarrazins now in battle must we meet. They've left their mules behind. Guenes." Answers Rollanz :"God grant us then the fee! For our King's sake well must we quit us here. Also their swords. And Sarrazins. The pagan tribes approaching there appear. Says Oliver: "Companion. the day is bright and clear. Great is the noise." AOI. He knew it. So many there. red. Fine shields they have. and their palfreys. Now must we each lay on most hardily. down from the peak hath sped . In his own heart he's sore astonished. Also their shields. we hear. His hair and skin should offer up at need. the traitor and the thief. LXXX Oliver mounts upon a lofty peak. the greater part. He calls Rollanz. and spears Valentinese. Their chargers mount. in three. with gold are jewelled. A thousand horns they sound. Who chose us out before the King our chief. and canter knee by knee. Rank beyond rank could not be numbered. And white. more proud to seem. hold thy peace. What hauberks bright. Most bitter cold endure. to see: "What sound is this. Fast as he could. blue. their hauberks orfreyed. So evil songs neer sung of us shall be. his companion. Light bums again from all their polished gear. Fair shines the sun. ensigns on spears fixed. Evil example will never come of me. And they lace on good helms Sarragucese. Pagans are wrong: Christians are right indeed. Looks to his right along the valley green. Their helmets gleam. their ensigns take the breeze.

" Answers Rollanz: "Never. With Durendal I'll lay on thick and stout. LXXXIII Says Oliver: "Pagans in force abound. the Franks. I pledge you now. we be not overborne!" Then say the Franks "Shame take him that goes off: If we must die." Answers Rollanz: "A fool I should be found. Till bloodied o'er you shall behold the blade. the host he'll turn again." "Never. Felon pagans are gathered to their shame." LXXXV "Comrade Rollanz. bolt upright. I say. once sound your olifant! If Charles hear. Will succour us our King and baronage. AOI. Felon pagans to th' pass shall not come down. by God. LXXXII Says Oliver: "Pagans from there I saw. where in the pass he stands. their bright brown spearheads shone. he'll turn his armies round. God keep you in valour! So hold your ground. by God. With my good sword that by my side doth sway. I'll drown. In France the Douce would perish my renown. ." AOI. your horn I pray you sound! If Charles hear. to death they all are bound. Battle we'll have as never was before.32 Comes to the Franks. And." then answers him Rollanz. sound the olifant. While of us Franks but very few I count. In blood the blade. For my misdeed shall kinsmen hear the blame. to its golden hilt. LXXXIV "Comrade Rollanz. Nor France the Douce fall into evil fame! Rather stout blows with Durendal I'll lay. Gainst us their shields an hundred thousand bore. Lords of the Franks. I pray. Never on earth did any man see more. then perish one and all. to death they're doomed to-day. Comrade Rollanz. I pledge you now. to them his tale hath said. they'll turn again. If Charles hear. That laced helms and shining hauberks wore. I pledge you now.

" LXXXVII Pride hath Rollanz. Only look up towards the Pass of Aspre. The wastes I saw. When I am come into the battle grand. like vassals brave they'll stand. please God His Angels and His Saints. by thousand. A muster great they've made. That for pagans I took my horn in hand! Never by me shall men reproach my clan. this people strange. We have of men a very little tale.33 "Shall it be said by any living man. Rather they'd die than from the battle pass. From us the blows shall come. the mountains and the vales. Never. Therefore strike on. comrade. LXXXVIII When Rollant sees that now must be combat. Of Durendal bloodied you'll see the brand. Who does this deed. Nay. That Emperour. and Oliver commands: "Now say no more. The Franks he calls. On the olifant deign now to sound a blast." Answers Rollanz: "My anger is inflamed. who left us Franks on guard. once they have donned their arms." AOI. from us the assault. Good are the counts. Felon pagans come cantering in their wrath. and lofty their language. but Charles is very far. I have beheld the Sarrazins of Spain. Spanish men from death have no warrant. Never by me shall Frankish valour fail! Rather I'll die than shame shall me attain. Once they are horsed. does no more afterward." Answers Rollanz: "Utter not such outrage! Evil his heart that is in thought coward! We shall remain firm in our place installed. Rollanz. nor thou. . Were the King here. And blows lay on. And both of them shew marvellous courage. More fierce he's found than lion or leopard. In sorrow there you'll see the whole rereward. Covered with them. Says Oliver: "Behold and see. wisdom Olivier hath." LXXXVI Says Oliver: "In this I see no blame. and all the farthest plains. These are right near. we should not fear damage. my friends. the Emperour's love to gain. Franks are good men. by hundred.

And well he knows. pride is in his bearing. So. though you die. you all are bound to it. so brave. The count Rollant calls Oliver. sermon to them begins: "My lords barons. King Marsilies hath bargained for us cheap." The Franks dismount. I'll absolution give So. and all his flesh be scarred. and speaks "Comrade and friend. For their penance. Battle you'll have. And the Archbishop has signed them with God's seal. At the sword's point he yet shall pay our meed. And next they mount upon their chargers keen. much wealth is his to keep." LXXXIX From the other part is the Archbishop Turpin. Charles left us here for this.34 A thousand score stout men he set apart. and I with Durendal. Of bitter cold and great heat bear the smart." AOI. XCI To Spanish pass is Rollanz now going On Veillantif. now clearly have you seen That Guenelun hath got us by deceit. galloping. not one will prove coward. That Emperour vengeance for us must wreak. his spear in hand holding. Strike with thy lance. Thrones you shall win in the great Paradis. confessing Him your sins! For your souls' health. XC The Franks arise. He pricks his horse and mounts upon a hill. Man for his lord should suffer with good heart. well may we die for him: To Christendom good service offering. blest martyrs shall you live. For with your eyes you see the Sarrazins. good blows to strike he bids. That Archbishop God's Benediction gives. Calling the Franks. and from their sins made clean. upon the ground are lit. For battle all apparelled as is meet. and stand upon their feet. his good steed. He is our King. They're well absolved. . who has it afterward Noble vassal's he well may say it was. By rule of knights they have put on their gear. Pray for God's grace. Gold hath he ta'en. He goes. He is well armed. if I die. His blood let drain. With my good sword that was the King's reward.

Says of our Franks these ill words as he goes: "Felons of France.-. what rage he has. following. Mad is the King who left you in this post. And the right arm from Charles body torn. AOI. its point against the sky turning. his name is Aelroth. go now your pace holding! Pagans are come great martyrdom seeking. himself humbling. First of them all canters before the host. XCIII Marsile's nephew. They canter forth. Forget the cry of Charles we never may. with what prowess you may! Lords and barons. the better speed to gain. gallops with great effort. the hauberk's seam unsews. They go to strike. so here on us you close! Betrayed you has he that to guard you ought. The men of France their warrant find in him. Stout blows to strike. firmly your ground maintain! Be minded well. I pray you in God's Name. And to the Franks sweetly. Was never won by any Frankish King. A gonfalon all white thereon he's pinned. Who then had heard them all "Monjoie!" acclaim Of vassalage might well recall the tale. ." Upon this word the Franks cry out amain. Since from Carlun you'll never more have aid. He has not heard. So canter on." When Rollant hears. you'ld see them now engaged. his face clear and smiling. to sound it do not deign. God! with what proud parade. And courteously has said to them this thing: "My lords barons. Proudly he looks towards the Sarrazins. no fault of his. Noble and fair reward this day shall bring." Upon these words the hosts are come touching. The shield he breaks. so brave. to give as you shall take. He goes. XCII Speaks Oliver: "No more now will I say. Those with him there are never to be blamed. So shall the fame of France the Douce be lost. that count. to strike with all his force. by God! His steed he spurs. Pricking their spurs. His companion goes after. Your olifant. Down to his hand flutters the golden fringe: Noble his limbs.35 He goes. Pagans and Franks.what other thing could they? -But Sarrazins are not at all afraid.

but rather spoke: "Avaunt. culvert! A madman Charles is not. And goes to strike. Strike on. ev'n as a baron doth. No treachery was ever in his thought. Comes through the press and wildly forth he runs." AOI. we should account them cheap. XCV A king there was. culvert. And to the Franks is right contrarious: "Honour of France the Douce shall fall to us!" Hears Oliver. AOI. Proudly he did. he's very furious. his name was Corsablix. he shakes in the air that corse. Between his eyes so broad was he in front A great half-foot you'ld measure there in full. Dathan's and Abirun's. His horse he pricks with both his golden spurs. Looks on the ground. And those are here. Nor left him yet." "Monjoie. His ensign's fringe into the carcass thrusts. and shatters up the bones. On his spear's hilt he's flung it dead in dust.36 Slices the heart. who left us in this post. 'twas the ensign of Carlun. Strike on. From Charles not one has any warranty. his name was Falfarun. your mouth I've shut. the Franks! Ours are the foremost blows. For we are right. And says to him. He's called aloud to the other Sarrazins: "Well may we join battle upon this field. And with his spear the soul from body throws So well he's pinned. Aloud he shouts their cry the pagans use. sees glutton lying thus. The fame of France the Douce shall not be lost. Barbarian. He held their land. but these gluttons are wrong. Beneath the sky no more encrimed felun. His nephew dead he's seen with grief enough. . The shield he breaks and through the hauberk cuts. with reason proud enough: "From threatening. On his spear's hilt he's flung it from the horse: So in two halves Aeroth's neck he broke. All of the spine he severs with that blow. they say. and of a strange country. the Franks! Right well we'll overcome. Brother was he to King Marsiliun. XCIV A duke there was. For of the Franks but very few are here." he shouts.

Strike on.37 This is the day when they their death shall meet. Pins it so well he shakes it in its seat. Dead on the field he's flung him from his hand." XCIX . the Franks! Fail none of you at need! Ours the first blow. to God the glory be!" "Monjoie!" he cries. Right to the flesh has through his hauberk torn. for all the camp to hear. Charles my lord our warrant is indeed. The soul of him Satan away hath borne. AOI." Has heard him well that Archbishop Turpin. clean through the carcass. Says Oliver: "Now is our battle grand. The hauberk all unfastens. And with one blow that pagan downward falls. Looks on the ground. the lungs and liver through." XCVIII Sansun the Duke goes strike that almacour. No man he'ld hate so much the sky beneath. That good hauberk for him is nothing proof. So well he's pinned him. was fashioned of crystal. with golden flowers tooled. you lied now in your teeth. To strike that king by virtue great goes he. they say. Shatters the boss. the hauberk unmetals. The shield he breaks. Your companions all on this spot we'll keep. On his good spear he has the carcass caught. I tell you news. that glutton lying sees. in truth. Thrusts his great spear in through the carcass clean. XCVI And Gerins strikes Malprimis of Brigal So his good shield is nothing worth at all. Nor leaves him yet. death shall ye suffer here. And flung him dead. None of our Franks hath any mind to flee. The shield he breaks. breaks the shield. Says the Archbishop: "A baron's stroke. XCVII And his comrade Gerers strikes the admiral. He's sliced the heart. Dead in the road he's flung it from his spear. And his good spear drives into his vitals. as well or ill may prove. Spurs of fine gold he pricks into his steed. One half of it downward to earth flies off. but rather speaks: "Culvert pagan.

Thrusts his stout spear through's middle. After he says "So are you turned to hell. CIII Margariz is a very gallant knight. His good spear's point into the carcass runs. he strikes Estramariz. The hauberk too. ev'n as the horse goes past. So well he's thrust. the white with the scarlat." CII And Berenger. He goes to strike Escremiz of Valtrene. The hauberk too. The shield he breaks. Oliver stays upright. And flings it dead." C And Engelers the Gascoin of Burdele Spurs on his horse. He spurs his horse. . Being Chernuble. God's his warrant. goes Oliver to strike. by th'golden buckle bright. before its leathern band. CI And Otes strikes a pagan Estorgant Upon the shield. And from the hilt he's thrown him dead in dust. and swift he is and light. and the count Margariz. The hauberk too. Slices it through. Of their dozen peers ten have now been killed. naught stays him in his flight. The shield he breaks. he has its chinguard rent. The shaft breaks off. its doubled mail undoes.38 And Anseis has let his charger run. lets fall the reins as well. That other goes. And his good spear thrusts clean through the carcass. has torn its folds apart. his body has respite. and him flings Down dead among a thousand Sarrazins. He says: "You have no warrant afterward. On his spear's hilt from saddle throws him dead. He goes to strike Turgis of Turtelus. No more than two remain alive and quick." AOI. And breaks his shield. Along his ribs the pagan's spear doth glide. clean through the whole steel comes. Between the arm-pits has pierced him through the breast. Both fair and strong. its golden boss above. Then says Rollant: "Great prowess in that thrust. The shield he breaks and shatters on his neck. the hauberk tears and splits.

with beaten gold 'twas tooled. his spear in flinders flew. Right great damage he's done the Sarrazines You'd seen them. And all the brains are fallen in the dust. No blame that way deserve the dozen peers. shoulders and neck. CIV Common the fight is now and marvellous. Going to strike a pagan Malsarun. CVI And Oliver has cantered through the crush. Says the Archbishop: "Good baronage indeed!" "Monjoie" he cries. He flings him dead. From Mahumet your help will not come soon. By fifteen blows it is clean broken through Then Durendal he bares. some swoon there in their seats. Through all that place their blood was flowing clear! In blood his arms were and his hauberk steeped. . The count Rollanz no way himself secures. Broken his spear." CV The count Rollanz. is gone to strike Chemuble. he canters through the field. Upon the horse that sword a moment stood. Out of the head both the two eyes have burst. Down to the groin cuts all his body through To the saddle. Pagans are slain. he well can thrust and wield. his sabre good Spurs on his horse. Slices the cap and shears the locks in two. The helmet breaks. where bright carbuncles grew. No victory for gluttons such as you. Flowers and gold. whose mail was close of woof. Strikes with his spear. long as the shaft endures. no join there any knew. dead in heaps. The hauberk white. After he said "Culvert. Slices also the eyes and the features.39 His trumpet sounds. Holds Durendal. For all the Franks they strike and slay with heat. the truncheon still he thrusts. are on the shield. the call of Charles repeats. And Oliver goes on to strike with speed. Right to the hilt. Then sliced its spine. rallies his tribe to fight. sev'n hundred else amongst. his steed. he cuts. Dead in the field among thick grass them threw. And bloodied o'er. false step you moved. Then has he slain Turgin and Esturgus. one on other. AOI.

I do not know. Each other strike and each himself defends. . Where Jupiter bore him by a magic spell. his friend. All of his head has down the middle shorn. if I drew. I never heard it said Which of the two was nimbler as they went. he slew them Siglorel. And the Archbishop. whereon a crystal grew. together spurred and sped. what do you? In such a fight." AOI. I like well. Iron and steel should here their valour prove. And him there slew Engelers of Burdel. The enchanter. One on the shield. son of Borel. brother Olivier. And their two spears went through the carcass well.40 Then says Rollant: "Companion. Such blows. with marvellous onset. AOI. In knightly wise the blade to him has shewed. He'll love us for such blows. Franks and pagans. Says Rollant: "Now my brother I you call. On Passe-Cerf was Gerers there. that Halteclere I knew? Golden its hilt. Esperveris was there. Time left to strike enough good blows and true. The carcass sliced. the broidered sark has torn. A fallow field amidst they've thrown him dead. that Iron Valley's lord. our Emperor." On every side "Monjoie" you'ld hear them roar. Dead in the field before his feet they fall. CVII Then Oliver has drawn his mighty sword As his comrade had bidden and implored." Answers Rollanz: "The culvert is bested. The good saddle that was with old adorned. CVIII That count Gerins sate on his horse Sorel." CIX The battle grows more hard and harder yet. Then Turpin says "To us he's forfeited. Where is your sword. They've loosed their reins. And through the spine has sliced that pagan's horse. And go to strike a pagan Timozel. Justin he strikes. there's little strength in wood. who before had been in hell." Says Oliver: "I had not. on hauberk the other fell.

With one accord join battle all the Franks. Nor hosts of France. Says the Archbishop: "Our men are very proud. What profits that? No succour shall they get. where in the pass he stands. a thousandfold. of his kindred. Who flies not then. right marvellous. Charles the Great weeps therefor with regret. Pagans are slain by hundred. So many Franks lose their young lustihead. Were hanged. Beheld these things with terror every man. Will he or nill. And many said: "We in the Judgement stand. Guenes rendered them. Left of five score are not two thousands now.41 So many shafts bloodstained and shattered. And thirty more with him. Save the sky split. . In court. so much could not be spanned. Pagans are slain. his own to sell. No house stood there but straight its walls must crack: In full mid-day the darkness was so grand. No man on earth has more nor better found. CX Now marvellous and weighty the combat. To Sarraguce going. foregoes the allotted span. Torment arose. And verily the earth quaked in answer back From Saint Michael of Peril unto Sanz. With rain and hail. a thing they never did expect. Nor Charlemagne. that day. The dozen peers are nothing short of that. The Franks have lost the foremost of their band. After he lost his members and his head. Who'll see no more their mothers nor their friends. at Aix. by thousand." They spake no truth. in France. Right well they strike. A thousand blows come from the Archbishop's hand. that in the pass attend. their hearts are good and stout. to gallows-tree condemned. in crowds. of wind and thunder black. Tempest there was. no light was in the land. From Besencun to the harbour of Guitsand. CXI The Franks strike on. So many flags and ensigns tattered. Olivier and Rollant. They'll see no more their fathers nor their clans. from death has no warrant. AOI. The end of time is presently at hand. Evil service. Fell thunderbolts often on every hand. they did not understand. 'Twas the great day of mourning for Rollant.

Twenty columns that king had numbered. Lest evil songs of our valour men chant! Far better t'were to perish in the van. to be their safe warrant. Great was the noise through all that country went. Never has man beheld such armies met. CXII King Marsilies along a valley led The mighty host that he had gathered. No evil song shall e'er be sung or said. What vassalage he had. both long and keenly set. our end is near at hand. their friends seek out. AOI.42 In Chronicles of Franks is written down. Right great vengeance our Emperour will get. go thinking nothing bad! For God I pray you fly not hence but stand. as he can: "My lords barons. For his treason no longer is secret. CXIII When the Franks see so many there." AOI. Shone too their shields and sarks embroidered. pagans. . our Emperour. But of one thing I give you good warrant: Blest Paradise to you now open stands. These swords in lands so many have we held. by hearty friendship bound. The dozen peers. comrade. King Marsilies and his great host draw round. And their eyes weep with grief and pain profound For kinsmen dear. With Durendal my sword I'll strike again. Beyond this day shall no more live one man. Battles with them so many brought to end. On every side covering all the land. AOI. There is not one but he "Monjoie" demands. And the Archbishop speaks to them. With gleaminag gold their helms were jewelled." Then through the field they go. Sounded the charge seven thousand trumpets. brother." Upon these words grow bold again the Franks. friend. you shall strike with Halteclere. That felon Guenes hath sworn to achieve our death. Certain it is. And. Battle we'll have. By the Innocents your thrones you there shall have. Often they call Olivier and Rollant. Then said Rollanz: "Olivier.

He sate his horse. No sailor was but called his name upon. Next he has slain the duke Alphaien. From the Emperour his crown he would remove. Never so swift sparrow nor swallow flew. Going to strike Engelier of Gascune. More dear by Charles for such blows are we held." Aloud he's cried: "Strike on. No good for those to go to war again. dead now is Engeler. CXV The count Rollanz called upon Oliver: "Sir companion. The pagan spear's point did his body wound. of four hundred dromonds. the chevaliers!" AOI. the Sarrazin upset. . Pagans. By Guenelun the count an oath he took. Held Halteclere. By virtue great to strike that pagan went. The Adversaries of God his soul bare thence. and so this press set loose!" "God!" say the Franks. Warden he'd been to king Marsilion. He spurred him well. Of that city one half was his by use. and all the steel sent through. to shame he'ld put. Nor shield nor sark him any warrant proved. which he called Barbamusche. of Sarraguce. such a man to lose!" AOI. And kissed his mouth in amity and truth. 'Twas Climborins. CXVI From the other part a pagan Valdabron. And sliced away Escababi his head." Answered that count: "God. After he said: "Good are they to confuse. strike on. So in my sight he makes me prize him well.43 CXIV A Sarrazin was there. with blood its steel was red. and down the reins he threw. And lord. "Grief. Gave him his sword and his carbuncle too. From the hilt flung him dead beneath his foot. a man was nothing proof. Than whom we'd no more valiant chevalier. And has unhorsed some seven Arabs else. Brandished his blade. let me him avenge!" Spurs of fine gold into his horse drove then. Then said Rollanz: "My comrade shews anger. he said. by sea. Terra Major. He pinned him well.

" AOI. for well we'll overcome!" "God!" say the Franks. which he called Gramimond. Goes as he may to strike that baron bold Above the helm. The pagans say: "'Twas hard on us. CXVIII Out of Affrike an Affrican was come. Then say the Franks: "Baron. He's pricked him well. CXVII The count Rollanz. that blow. His shield has split. Violated the Temple of Salomon. He's slain them both. blame him for that or laud. great grief he had therefor. The Partiarch had slain before the fonts. that was embossed with gold. Sanson. Never so swift was any beast could run. Dead from the hilt out of his seat he's dropt: "Pagans. strike on. the son of king Malcud.44 Jerusalem he'd taken by treason. And cuts deep through the backbone of his horse. He'd pledged his oath by county Guenelon. Wields Durendal. was worth fine gold and more. Never so swift flew in the air falcon. an evil luck!" CXIX . His horse he spurs. The ensign's folds have through his body gone. and all the corse. Of his hauberk he's torn the folds and cut. when Sansun dead he saw. For on your side is arrogance and wrong. The steel and stock has through his body thrust. And Anseis upon the shield he struck. "Grief for a brave baron!" AOI. 'Twas Malquiant. He sate his horse. The good saddle. Fore all men's else it shone beneath the sun. the sark. Gave him his sword. with sharp spurs he had on. He sate his horse. his hauberk has undone. that was embossed with gold. Dead is that count. love you I can not. he's no more time to run. The scarlat with the blue he sliced it up. With beaten gold was all his armour done. gallops with great effort. Going to strike e'en that rich Duke. a thousand coins thereon. Slices the head. You may believe. which he called Salt-Perdut." Answers Rollanz: "Nay.

CXX From the other part was a pagan Grandones.45 Swift through the field Turpin the Archbishop passed. Such shaven-crown has never else sung Mass Who with his limbs such prowess might compass. Until he flings him dead. Austore. He sate his horse. By the proud face and those fine limbs he had. his sword with blood is stained. and spurring on that horse He's gone to strike Gerin with all his force." He spurs his horse. The scarlat shield from's neck he's broken off. The ensign blue clean through his body's gone. Sliced through the nose and mouth and teeth he has. with so great virtue. And Berenger. He's loosed the reins. he has met Rollant. a vassal combatant. Upon the way there. To th'pagan said "God send thee all that's bad! One thou hast slain for whom my heart is sad. He could not help but he grew faint thereat. He'd never seen. He's struck him then on his shield Toledan. the which he called Marmore. they both together came. and all the whole carcass. Never so swift was any bird in course. and by his contenance. That held Valence and the Honour of the Rhone. nothing avail he can. Son of Capuel. His companion Gerer he's slain also. that To the nose-plate he's all the helmet cracked. CXXII Grandonie was both proof and valiant. yet knew him at a glance. Next a rich duke he's gone to strike. Which should forfeit." So his good horse forth at his bidding ran. Hauberk close-mailed. And all his sark thereafter has he torn. By his regard. He's flung him dead. the king of Capadoce. Struck him the count. and Guiun of Santone. Until he flings him dead on the green grass. . Then say the Franks: "Of ours how many fall. Well has he heard what way the Franks complained. 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." CXXI The count Rollanz. that on with speed doth strain. Such grief he has. And virtuous. on a high rock. great joy the pagans shew.

The pagans say: "No more we'll suffer. Terra Major. By lively force chase them away the Franks. . the Son of Saint Mary. More felon none was in that company. their good brown spears in hand. Seeing him there. our warrant. Black is that man as molten pitch that seethes. Cutting through wrists and ribs and chines in-deed. or piled there on their backs! The Sarrazins cannot such loss withstand. O king. That Archbishop could never love him. Better he loves murder and treachery Than to have all the gold of Galicie. He fears not God. shattered and bleeding man! Biting the earth. with plates of silver flanked. The Franks there strike. So is he dear to th' felon king Marsile. So many a slain. they'll make no more attack: The Spanish men in sorrow cry. Canters before a Sarrazin. Dragon he bears. Marsile has seen. AOI. and great folly. Canter. The Franks there strike with vigour and with heat. CXXV Their martyrdom. And of his horse has deeply scarred the back. thy succour now we need!" CXXIV Marvellous is the battle now and grand. Abisme. from off the field draw back." CXXIII Marvellous is the battle in its speed. Through garments to the lively flesh beneath. Then canters forth with all his great army. On the green grass the clear blood runs in streams. to strike he's very keen. Cankered with guile and every felony. we. He's slain them both. his men's. "Alack!" Then say the Franks: "He strikes well. Yet vassalage he's shown. he.46 Saddle of gold. So he bids sound his horns and his buccines. Within himself he says all quietly: "This Sarrazin great heretick meseems. Will they or nill. Mahummet's curse on thee! Beyond all men thy people are hardy!" There was not one but cried then: "Marsilie. to which his tribe rally. Never has man beheld him sport for glee. Then had you seen such sorrowing of clans.

his legs are smooth and straight. and tawny all his face. most bitter grief and care. Short are his thighs. whom God was pleased to spare. After that blow. Well can he strike with lance and well with spear. -That charger is swift and of noble race." Answers that count: "Support to him we'll bear!" Upon that word the Franks again make yare. than not slay him clean. Sitting the horse which he took from Grossaille -. men well may hold them dear. A devil's gift it was. CXXVI That Archbishop begins the fight again. aloft his spine is raised. broad crupper he displays. can match him in a race. amethyst and topaze. So strikes that shield. Gainst four assaults easily did they fare. With the Archbishop. ." AOI. Whereon are stones. those Frankish chevaliers. Hard are the blows. slaughter and suffering there. No beast is there. rib from rib away. Fine are his hooves. witness you'll freely bear. Esterminals and carbuncles that blaze. Then say the Franks: "He has great vassalage.That was a king he had in Denmark slain. he's worth no penny wage. and more. Four thousand fell. Neer did I love coward nor cowardice. None better is neath Heaven anywhere. surely the Cross is safe." CXXVII The count Rollanz calls upon Oliver: "Sir companion. The carcass he's sliced. Little his ears. White is his tail and yellow is his mane. But then the fifth brought heavy griefs to bear. Those that are dead. is wonderfully arrayed. They all are slain. Only three-score. For Christians too. That Archbishop spurs on by vassalage. In charters and in briefs is written clear. in Val Metase. Who handed it to the admiral Galafes. spares him not anyway.47 Rather I'ld die. 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. Long are his ribs. the tales declare. So Turpin strikes. So flings him down dead in an empty place. The Archbishop is a right good chevalier. He will not pause ere Abisme he assail.

no raise from me you'll have: So wind your horn but not by courage rash. Nor should we blame those with him there. Such good vassals you see lie here in heaps. we had not borne such damage. Seeing that both your arms with blood are splashed. Oliver. so the King hears it. wherefore are you not here? How. the Franks. they'll sell them very dear. Rather I'ld die than shame come of this feat. That shall endure while each lives in the land." AOI. may we weep. For France the Douce. She in her arms." Says Oliver: "That act were not a vassal's. I pledge you now they will return. shall never clasp you. Charles. our battle. His companion Olivier calls. brother. CXXIX Then says Rollanz: "I'll wind this olifant. Doing it now. you would not do this act. When I implored." AOI. CXXX Then says Rollant: "Strong it is now. Ah! King and friend. can we achieve? And by what means our news to him repeat?" Says Oliver: "I know not how to seek. When I implored you. where in the pass he stands. and speaks: "Sir and comrade. your clan. in God's Name. CXXXI . comrade. I swear. hereafter If I may see my gentle sister Alde. I'll wind my horn." Says Oliver: "Great shame would come of that And a reproach on every one." Answers that count: "Fine blows I've struck them back. Were the King here. If Charles hear. That you keeps. his army.48 Before these die." Says Oliver: "Now by my beard. Of such barons long desolate she'll be. AOI. CXXVIII The count Rollant great loss of his men sees. fair country." AOI. you were wrathful.

very well you spoke. In your prowess. it may be better so. had you trusted me." AOI. our counts!" And Guenelun answered. His horse he pricks with his fine spurs of gold. Coming to them he takes up his reproach: "Sir Oliver. They'll take us hence. The King will come. No wolf nor swine nor dog shall gnaw our bones. each descending from his horse. Our Franks here. He grasps it well. Rollanz. and all his comrades round. Will find us dead. and not folly. No more service to Carlun may we yield." AOI.49 Then says Rollanz: "Wherefore so wroth with me?" He answers him: "Comrade. afar it rings and loud. With pity and with grief for us they'll mourn. it was your deed: Vassalage comes by sense. Here perishes our loyal company." AOI. in any other mouth. how they spoke. High are those peaks. CXXXIII Rollant hath set the olifant to his mouth. none the less. all for your trickery. the horn to blow. contrarious: "That were a lie. Then said that King: "Battle they do. and France in shame be steeped. And fought and won this battle then had we. Before this night great severance and grief. both. with vengeance that he owes. Here are Franks dead. on biers and litters borne." Answers Rollant: "Sir. They'll bury each in some old minster-close. Taken or slain were the king Marsilie. do not each other scold! No help it were to us. But. CXXXII That Archbishop has heard them. and with great virtue sounds. Prudence more worth is than stupidity. and limb from body torn. My lord were here now. Sir Rollant. Thirty great leagues they hear its echoes mount. These Spanish men never away shall go. So Charles heard. and you. For God I pray. -Here must you die. no good we've seen! Charles the great in vain your aid will seek -None such as he till God His Judgement speak. .

that. cry out your old refrain." CXXVI That Emperour hath bid them sound their horns. helmets and golden swords. Thence issued forth the Sarrazins. You know full well the great pride of Rollant Marvel it is. So canter on! Nay. "That horn. He'ld never sound. listen the Franks again. Charles hath heard. Equip you. So what he'd done might not be seen of man. and dress themselves for war. sir. CXXXV The count Rollanz. And with great pain sounded his olifant: Out of his mouth the clear blood leaped and ran. God stays so tolerant. He is betrayed. "hath a mighty strain!" Answers Duke Neimes: "A baron blows with pain! Battle is there. with sorrow and with pangs. That noble band.50 CXXIV The Count Rollanz. No race neath heav'n in field him dare attack. with Durendal his brand. Now are you old. wherefore hold we back? Terra Major is far away. indeed I see it plain. . and listen all the Franks. a band With vassalage had fought against Rollant. but he were in combat. A He slew them first. Fine shields they have." AOI. and spears of length and force Scarlat and blue and white their ensigns float. where in the pass he stands. by one that still doth feign. Charles hath heard. Loud is its voice." Answers him Guenes "It is no battle. horn in hand. And Neimes hears. Noples he took. Rollant's. Then says the King: "I hear his horn. His olifant he sounds with grief and pain. About his brain the very temples cracked. go succour them amain! Enough you've heard how Rollant doth complain. And burst are both the temples of his brain." the King says. blossoming white and blanched. that horn he holds in hand. Put hauberks on. though blood his mouth doth stain. The Franks dismount. Before his peers in foolish jest he brags. our land. Yet by such words you still appear infant. Then washed their blood with water from the land. not waiting your command. He for a hare goes all day.

And on his neck they clasped an iron chain. That Emperour. may we see Rollant. The King has bid them seize that county Guene. Then Guenes beard and both his cheeks they shaved. Nor was there one but thus to 's neighbour spoke: "Now. AOI.51 His charger mounts each baron of the host. And all the Franks dismay and wonder have. the rivers swiftly ran. Till all again answered that olifant. AOI. There by his side they'll strike as well they can. And four blows each with their closed fists they gave. ere he die. They trounced him well with cudgels and with staves. They spur with haste as through the pass they go. both good and evil knaves." But what avail? They've stayed too long below. Their armour shines beneath the sun's clear ray. 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. with golden ensigns gay. and a hundred others takes From the kitchen. Who in my house vile treachery has made. The master-cook he's called. . And all the Franks with wonder and dismay. he canters on with rage. so Ranged by his side we'll give some goodly blows. Trumpets they blew in rear and in the van. his felony is plain. And charged with him the scullions of his train." He holds him. That Emperour canters with fury mad. But what avail? No good there is in that. CXXXVIII High were the peaks and shadowy and grand. Hauberks and helms throw off a dazzling flame. And blazoned shields. On a pack-mule they set him in his shame: Kept him till Charles should call for him again. The valleys deep. There is not one can bitter tears restrain. CCXXXVII That even-tide is light as was the day. So like a bear enchained they held him safe. flowered in bright array. They're not in time. too long have they held back. And for Rollant they're very sore afraid. Also their spears. Besgun by name: "Guard me him well.

Ever you've served me. Dead men of France. Save I be slain. 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 haste they spur and strain. he'ld pray for us poor sinners. -. AOI. o very precious clime. Laid desolate by such a sour exile! Barons of France. for sorrow shall I die. CXL Rollant regards the barren mountain-sides. Where. Who never yet hath lied! I must not fail now. by day. Before Rollanz the pagans scatter. he sees so many lie. by your side. And beareth arms. And weeps for them as fits a gentle knight: "Lords and barons. for vengeance shewed such liking. Whereas he fights the Sarrazins of Spain. and so long a time. day. for me I've seen you die. and like a vassal striking Faldrun of Pui has through the middle sliced. God be your aid. no warrant could I find. Sir companion. frightened. Or otherwise he is not worth a shilling. let us again go strike!" CXLI The count Rollanz. By you Carlon hath conquered kingdoms wide. Even as a stag before the hounds goes flying. In battle should be strong and proud and sprightly. That Emperour reared you for evil plight! Douce land of France. And no support." Answers Rollant: "Strike on. will not one soul remain. Says the Archbishop: "You deal now very wisely! Such valour should he shew that is bred knightly. With twenty-four of all they rated highest. Barons of France. Was never man. If he be struck. Should be a monk in one of those old minsters.God! Sixty men are all now in his train! Never a king had better Capitains. back to the field then hieing Holds Durendal.52 CXXXIX In his great rage on canters Charlemagne. Over his sark his beard is flowing plain. and a good charger rideth. no quarter give them!" . There is not one that can his wrath contain That they are not with Rollant the Captain. brother.

with burnished swords and keen. AOI. an hundred thousand gone. being not far him from. So flings him dead. Marsile you'd seen go as a brave baron. Pagans cry out "Assist us now. ere we apart be gone. A blow you'll take. Call them who may. the alcaliph Who holds Alferne." He goes to strike him. Contest each inch your life and death between. I know it well. His shield he breaks. a cursed land indeed. And of my sword the name I'll bid you con. And Rollant says: "Martyrdom we'll receive. . The blackamoors from there are in his keep. And Ethiope. Next he hath slain Yvoerie and Ivon. for him there's no prison. Fifty thousand and more in company. going to strike Bevon. Also with them Gerard of Russillon. He spurs it well. my lords. they'll never more come on. as a brave baron.53 Upon these words Franks are again beginning. Mahom! God of our race. the which he calls Gaignon. the Christians. Then takes the head of Jursaleu the blond. his hauberk has undone. Kartagene. The count Rollanz. These canter forth with arrogance and heat. Broad in the nose they are and flat in the ear." Says each to each: "Nay let us fly!" Upon That word. they're fled. without condition. To th'pagan says: "Confound thee our Lord God! So wrongfully you've slain my companions. Garmalie. Sitting his horse. That was the son of king Marsilion. That was the lord of Beaune and of Dijon. In such a fight with keen defence lays on. Then they cry out the pagans' rallying-cheer. That neer by us Douce France in shame be steeped. have we. Very great loss they suffer then. avenge us on Carlon! Into this land he's sent us such felons That will not leave the fight before they drop. Felon he's named that sells his body cheap! Strike on. And his right hand the count clean slices off. Wherefore the Franks are fiercer than lions. Not long to live. He's left behind his uncle. CXLIII But what avail? Though fled be Marsilies. CXLII The man who knows.

Strike on." Says Oliver: "Who holds back. the Franks to strike again. "Rollant!" he cries aloud. as I can tell. He's done us wrong. So brandishes his blade and flings him down. the Franks! For so I recommend. is condemned!" Upon those words. After he says: "Pagan. in lands where thou wast crowned. Who are more black than ink is on the pen With no part white. nor any dame thou'st found. And pricked it well with both his spurs of gold. His hauberk white into his body broke." Their alcaliph upon a sorrel rode." AOI. After he said: "You've borne a mighty blow. to th'small teeth in his mouth. Strikes the alcaliph on his helm's golden mount. accurst be thou! Thou'lt never say that Charles forsakes me now.54 When Charles my lord shall come into this field. AOI. CXLV Franks are but few. Struck Oliver. Says each to each: "Wrong was that Emperor. One pennyworth from me thou'st taken out. only their teeth except. Slices his head. For one of ours he'll find them dead fifteen. Holds Halteclere. Among themselves comfort and pride they shew. for aid." After. I've well avenged all ours on you alone. Flowers and stones fall clattering to the ground." CXLVI Oliver feels that he to die is bound. Thou'lt never boast. when the pagans know. whose steel is rough and brown. He will not fail. Then says that count: "I know now very well That here to die we're bound. Charles the great should not have left you so. but bless us all in peace. Such discipline of Sarrazins he'll see. on the back-bone. Clean through his breast the thrusting spear he drove. Nor damage wrought on me nor any around. Nor to thy wife. small thanks to him we owe. behind. CXLIV When Rollant sees those misbegotten men. which. CXLVII .

he's touched not brow nor cheek. my comrade. their fists. confounded and disgraced! Our Emperour shall suffer damage great. Nor clear enough his vision. Ah! France the Douce. Remember well a vassal brave he might. "What shall I do or say? My companion. And asks of him. And Oliver. indeed. CXLVIII Then Rollant looked upon Olivier's face." And with these words upon his horse he faints." AOI. At such a blow Rollant regards him keen. "God!" said that count. But not his head. CXLIX You'd seen Rollant aswoon there in his seat. his eyes are dim and weak. He breaks their spears. in gentle tones and sweet: "To do this thing. With bitter grief we must us now divide. who unto death doth bleed. To avenge himself he hath no longer time. he tries: "My companion. henceforth art thou made waste Of vassals brave. To recognise whatever man he sees. Aloud and clear "Monjoie" again he cries. their shoulders and their sides. AOI. His companion. Charles ensign he'll not forget it quite. who ever held you dear. So much he's bled. To call Rollanz.55 Oliver feels that death is drawing nigh. Above the helm jewelled with gold he beats. far or near. did you mean? This is Rollanz. Through the great press most gallantly he strikes. when each the other meets. Dead in the field one on another piled. out of his body sprayed. Dismembers them: whoso had seen that sigh." Answers Rollanz: "I am not hurt. I see you not: may the Lord God you keep! I struck you now: and for your pardon plead. And no mistrust was ever us between. against thee could prevail. his friend and peer. . Slicing it down from there to the nose-piece. Which was all wan and colourless and pale. Their feet. Upon the ground gushed forth and ran away. While the clear blood. their buckled shields doth slice." Says Oliver: "Now can I hear you speak. come hither to my side. gallant for such ill fate! Neer shall man be.

he'd all of them to lose. before God's Throne and here. Save the Archbishop. Nowhere on earth so sad a man you'd found. Gualter it is. Will he or nill. and on Douce France he vows. which he calls Veillantif." Upon these words. And in such love you had their parting seen. to bring him succour soon: "Ah! Gentle count. And called Rollant. Dead are his men. And his comrade. and all my life a grief. each to the other leans. Begins to mourn in language very sweet: "Unlucky. friend. CLII Soon as Rollant his senses won and knew. whichever way he lean. Recovering and turning from that swoon. he kneels upon the ground. . heavenwards holds them out. Then his heart fails. Upon the earth he lays his whole length out: And he is dead. And nephew was to hoary old Drouin. Nothing he sees. Rollanz the brave mourns him with grief profound. and save Gualter del Hum. Now thou art dead. CLI So Rollant's friend is dead whom when he sees Face to the ground. My vassalage thou ever thoughtest good. Upon his horse. No harmful thing twixt thee and me has been. who conquered Maelgut. Prays God himself in Paradise to allow. And in his head his two eyes swimming round. that chief. your courage was indeed! Together we have spent such days and years. for those the pagans slew. that count. to whom he's bound. who Gainst Spanish men made there a great ado. Rollanz. may stay no more. along the vales he flew. Stirrups of gold support him underneath. brave soldier. his helmet nods and bows.56 I pardon you. He is come down out of the mountains. Dismounting then. CL Oliver feels death's anguish on him now. and biting it with's teeth. Bitter great loss appeared there in his view: Dead are the Franks." And with these words again he swoons. Proclaims his sins both firmly and aloud. where are you? For By thy side no fear I ever knew. Blessings on Charles. Clasps his two hands. He cannot fall. he hears not any sound.

darts and javelins in the air. Through the great press he goes again to strike. Looks for Rollant. when that Archbishop fell. Gualter has six. This body of mine eight lances have gone through. Great grief it was. The pagans say: "Men. With the first flight they've slain our Gualtier. pagans they strike again. of felon kind! Lordings. But well I know. the Archbishop other five. Since that four spears have through his body come. AOI. Through the great press. None of them falls behind the other pair. and then towards him runs. who lets them any safety find!" And so once more begin the hue and cry. From his hauberk the woven mail they tear.57 Broken my spear. . Arrows. CLIII Grief gives Rollanz intolerance and pride. Gualter del Hum's a right good chevalier. AOI. take care they go not hence alive! Felon he's named that does not break their line. AOI. CLV Turpin of Reims hath felt himself undone. In his body four spear-wounds doth he bear. I'm dying. Has spurred his horse. And cracked his helm. Beneath him too his charger's fallen dead. CLI Count Rollant is a noble and brave soldier. From every part they come to break the line. Come on afoot a thousand Sarrazens. Nimble and bold upon his feet he jumps. barbs. That Archbishop hath shewn good prowess there. Turpin of Reims has all his shield broken. these. Gone is the mail that on my hauberk grew. Yet full price for life I took. Lances and spears they poise to hurl at them. and on towards him drew. And on horseback some forty thousand men. he's wounded in the head. Recreant. to approach they never dare. To slay a score of Spaniards he contrives." Rollant has heard these words and understood. and split my shield in two.

CLVII The pagans say: "That Emperour's at hand. Who charters wrote for th' Minster at Loum. The brave Saint Giles. Also there were from whom the heads he'd cut: So tells the tale. and all his body sweats. whoever would be there! Your trumpets sound. our own clear father-land. That Emperour stood still and listened then: "My lords. speared through the middle some. no good vassal gives up." He's drawn Almace. great loss we then shall stand. he that was there says thus. Wounded the most." Four hundred men of them in helmets stand.58 Saying this word: "I am not overcome. Great pain he has." AOI. But he would know if Charles will come to them. AOI. the valleys answer them. unless we slay Rollant. whose steel was brown and rough. The mountains ring. Takes the olifant. Through the great press a thousand blows he's struck: As Charles said. Nimbly canter. and trouble in his head. And wars renewed. If Charles come. Gainst these the count had well enough in hand. with scarcely any breath." said he. quarter he gave to none. The pagans hear. While life remains. Says each to each: "Carlum doth us bestead. and feebly sounds again. they think it not a jest. the trumpets of the Franks. We hear their sound. CLVI The count Rollanz has nobly fought and well. The best of them that might be in their ranks Make on Rollanz a grim and fierce attack. CLVIII The count Rollanz. But he is hot. four hundred else among. Nothing he's heard that does not know this much. my nephew shall be dead: I hear his horn. His temples burst when he the horn sounded. whom God made marvellous. as many as ye bear!" Sixty thousand so loud together blare. when their approach he sees Is grown so bold and manifest and fierce . "Right evilly we fare! This day Rollanz. All Spain we'll lose. He found him there.

which men call Veillantif. he calls apart: "Sir. their horns we plainly hear Charle is at hand. Pricking him well with golden spurs beneath. Charles his great host once more upon us draws. for no incarnate man: We'll give again these pagans their attack. "Now.59 So long as he's alive he will not yield. Veillantif is in thirty places gored. For love of you. The better blows are those from Durendal. Together we'll endure things good and bad. and leave him on the spot. their line to meet. here will I take my stand. The count Rollant is of such pride and force He'll never yield to man of woman born. friend. Beneath the count he's fallen dead. each to each. full vengeance he'll exact. Let's aim at him. The count Rollanz. Turpins." Says the Archbishop: "Shame on him that holds back! Charle is at hand. 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. That Archbishop. they've never touched his corse. AOI. Of Frankish men we plainly hear the horns. The count Rollant stands on his feet once more. CLXI Pagans are fled. he has not given chase. Nor arrogant. then leave him on the spot!" And aim they did: with arrows long and short. But not himself. and I my charger have. Pagans are fled. Count Rollant's shield they've broken through and bored. Home into Spain with speed they make their way. And by his side is the Archbishop Turpin. begone!" say pagans. that King in Majesty. I'll leave you not. Through the great press he goes. enangered and enraged. nor men of evil heart. "These Frankish men. "Monjoie " they cry. and great is their uproar. Lances and spears and feathered javelots. Nor chevalier that was not good vassal. you're afoot." CLIX The count Rollanz has never loved cowards. He sits his horse. The woven mail have from his hauberk torn. .

He lifts his hand. on foot he must remain. And the Archbishop has them absolved and blest: Whereon his grief and pity grow afresh. To shatter spears. Turpins. That Archbishop. On the green grass he has him softly laid. and return again." CLXIII So Rollant turns. I shall not see him. our rich Emperor. To the Archbishop. they have slain. . I He's from his head the golden helm unlaced. he is gone. Then to his heart has caught him and embraced. He finds Gerin." Said the Archbishop: "Go. Who held the march by th' Vale of Runier. There too he finds Anseis and Sanson. You were the son of the good count Reinier. Proof men to lead. After he's said: "Unlucky. Arrange them here in ranks. whom we so dear appraised. Also he finds Berenger and Otton. This field is yours and mine now. Before his knees arranges every one. Most sweetly then to him has Rollant prayed: "Ah! Gentle sir. through buckled shields to bear. Upon a shield he's laid him. Then says Rollanz: "Fair comrade Olivier. your lot! But all your souls He'll lay. I will go seek and bring them to this place.60 For Veillantif. On his great wounds the pieces of it placed. and prudent counsel share. By one and one he's taken those barons. Lords. And finds Gerard the old. was round his waist. he cannot help but sob. he goes with aid. through the field. of Rossillon. I say. To the Archbishop with each of them he comes. God be praised!" CLXII So Rollanz turns. Our companions. Taken from him his white hauberk away. we cannot let them stay. His companion Olivier finds at length. before your face. all alone. gives benediction. by the rest. And cut the gown in strips. his charger. give me your leave. our Glorious God. Will he or nill. goes through the field in quest. And from hauberks the mail to break and tear. Are now all dead. Gerers his companion. To the Archbishop returns as he can best. Searching the vales and mountains. He has embraced him close against his breast. In Paradise. His holy flowers upon! For my own death such anguish now I've got.

In battles great and very rare sermons Against pagans ever a champion. He sees him lie. On the green grass. Dead is Turpin. Said the Archbishop: "Unlucky lord.61 Gluttons in field to frighten and conquer. For too much blood he's lost. for so much grief. There he proclaims his sins. And sees the brains that surge from his forehead. looks to the hills above. Joins his two hands. CLXVI The count Rollanz wakes from his swoon once more. that noble old baron. Stretching his hand. and began to shed a tear. No land has known a better chevalier. Out of his face the colour disappeared. And Paradise prays God to him to accord. indeed!" CLXV When the Archbishop beheld him swoon. Ere he has crossed an acre of the land. he took that olifant. his pains are very sore. He would go there. fetch water for Rollant. beyond his companions. Rollant. Through Rencesvals a little river ran. Climbs to his feet. to stumble soon began. Went step by step. CLXVII The count Rollant sees the Archbishop lie dead. No longer could he stand. Will he or nill. no further fare he can. . upon his breast. Between his two arm-pits. whom in His name wrought God. he falls down forwards and Death comes to him with very cruel pangs. to Heaven holds them forth. And Oliver. he held so very dear. Grew tender. when dead he saw his peers. and looks above. the warrior of Charlon. His heart grows faint. Looks down the vale. God grant him now His Benediction! AOI. So feeble he is. Never before such bitter grief he'd had. Crossways he folds those hands so white and fair." CLXIV The count Rollanz. 'Tis the Archbishop. Sees the bowels out of his body shed. he swooned upon the field. and no strength has.

and this word to him spoke "Thou'rt never one of ours.62 Then mourns aloud. his skull and all his bones. Further than might a cross-bow's arrow speed Goes towards Spain into a fallow-field. Now may your soul no pain nor sorrow ken. were at his side. He swoons again. A mortal hate he's kindled in his pride. "Charles nephew. gentle sir. something the count descried. he sees. that will Him serve so well. "here conquered lies. And broke its steel. Bids Gabriel. A Sarrazin him all the time espies. He gets afoot. Opened his eyes. of marble wrought. where. To hold the laws and draw the hearts of men. as was the custom there: "Thee. To Araby I'll bear this sword as prize. that jewelled was with gold. Out of his head both the two eyes he drove. Climbs on a cliff." Took the olifant. thou wert too bold." As he drew it. He's seized Rollant." he's said. To the Glorious Celestial I commend. Struck him on th' helm. Blood hath his face and all his body dyed. Four terraces of polished marble shine. running towards him hies. and lies upon the green. of my sword seizing hold! . for death is very near. Takes the olifant. For all his brain is issued from his ears. Finding the gates of Paradise open!" CLXVIII Then Rollanz feels that death to him draws near. and the arms. Who feigning death among the others hides. Four terraces. There he falls down. Neer shall man be. chevalier nobly bred. the angel. He prays to God that He will call the peers. under two fair trees. strong and of a courage high. CLXX So Rollant felt his sword was taken forth. that he would not let go. the trees are very high. full well I know. Fair was he. Or right or wrong. t' himself appear. On the green grass count Rollant swoons thereby. that no reproach shall hear. Since the Apostles was never such prophet. CLXIX High are the peaks. Dead at his feet he has the pagan thrown: After he's said: "Culvert. And Durendal in the other hand he wields.

but does not break outright. When from heaven God by His angel bade Him give thee to a count and capitain. In all his face the colour is grown white. So when he sees he never can it break. where he his chamber makes. Never shall France the Free behold his like. With thee I won him Scotland. Wales. In Saisonie all is as he ordains. But my great one. Fallen from it the crystal and the gold. And Lumbardie and all the whole Romaigne. in the vale. all Flanders in the plain. Ireland. The steel cries out. And the count says: "Saint Mary. Within himself begins he to complain: "Ah! Durendal. that homage to him pays. spent is my pride! We in the field have won so many fights. Lord God Father. Bretaigne." CLXXII Rollant hath struck the sardonyx terrace. England also. the Maine. And won for him with thee Peitou. than it mid pagans stay. Also Burguigne and all the whole Puillane. Girt thee on me that noble King and great. to whom the tale is told. be my guide Good Durendal. white art thou. clear of stain! Beneath the sun reflecting back his rays! In Moriane was Charles." CLXXI Then Rollanz feels that he has lost his sight. I won for him with thee Anjou.63 They'll dub thee fool. whose beard is white with age! For this sword's sake sorrow upon me weighs. And Normandy the free for him I gained. but broken is no ways. unlucky is your plight! I've need of you no more. Also with thee Provence and Equitaigne. Whereon ten blows with grief and rage he strikes. Rather I'ld die. The steel cries out. I won Baivere. my olifant I broke. Costentinnople. uses what strength he might. In front of him a great brown boulder lies. Combating through so many regions wide That Charles holds. Climbs to his feet. never let France be shamed!" CLXXIII . Won I with thee so many countries strange That Charles holds. whose beard is hoary white! Be you not his that turns from any in flight! A good vassal has held you this long time.

It is not right that pagans should thee seize. And with one hand upon his breast he beats: "Mea Culpa! God. Looking to Spain. And for his sins his glove to God upraised. Saint Denise. Which from the hour that I was born have been Until this day. On the green grass he lay there on his face. Turning his head towards the pagan race. CLXXVI The count Rollanz. gentle count. when life is ended here!" Holds out his glove towards God. The sword cries out. -'Ah. most holy. Nor any man's that worketh cowardice! Many broad lands with you have I retrieved Which Charles holds. And more of it breaks off than I can speak. Destroy it can he not. Back from the blow into the air it leaps. conquering he was slain!' -He owned his faults often and every way. Beneath a pine running in haste he came. For Christian men your use shall ever be. by Thy Virtues clean Me from my sins. the mortal and the mean. as he speaks Angels descend from heaven on that scene. His olifant and sword beneath him placed. Some of the Robe. beneath a pine he sits. fair indeed! Relics enough thy golden hilt conceals: Saint Peter's Tooth. Turning his eyes towards Spain. he lies on a sharp peak. yet breaks not in the least. Some of the Hairs of my Lord. that Charles might say (As he desired) and all the Franks his race. Within himself he makes a plaint most sweet. in truth." CLXXIV But Rollant felt that death had made a way Down from his head till on his heart it lay. AOI. was worn by Saint Mary.64 Rollant his stroke on a dark stone repeats. Wherefore that King so proud and rich is he. the Blood of Saint Basile. who hath the great white beard. which when he sees.. he begins . CLXXV But Rollant feels he's no more time to seek. AOI. "Ah! Durendal. Now this he did.

the heroes of his kin. And Charlemagne. A thousand score. There was no path nor passage anywhere Nor of waste ground no ell nor foot to spare Without a Frank or pagan lying there. Duke Neimes for them was moved with pity rare. Nor can he help but weep and sigh at this. his lord who nourished him. and the count Berengiers And Ivorie. nephew fair? Where's the Archbishop and that count Oliviers? Where is Gerins and his comrade Gerers? Otes the Duke. "Now well may I despair. So the count's soul they bare to Paradis. God sent him down His angel cherubin. They mourn their sons.65 Remembering so many divers things: So many lands where he went conquering. and trusty friends and true. And by their side Saint Gabriel alit. And Saint Michael. to God he offers it Saint Gabriel from's hand hath taken it. CLXXVII Rollant is dead. . they swoon upon the earth. their brothers. Saint Lazaron from death Thou didst remit. where The dozen peers I left behind me here?" But what avail. CLXXVIII No chevalier nor baron is there. their nephews. And Daniel save from the lions' pit. I was not here the first assault to share!" Seeming enraged. But his own self. oh. He joins his hands: and so is life finish'd. Upon the ground a many of them swoon. in Whom no falsehood is. Charles cries aloud: "Where are you. And France the Douce. we worship in peril. And their liege lords. who Pitifully weeps not for grief and dule. He owns his faults. That Emperour to Rencesvals doth fare. since none can answer bear? "God!" says the King. he's not forgotten him. his beard the King doth tear. and God's forgiveness bids: "Very Father. Sansun the Duke and Anseis the fierce? Where's old Gerard of Russillun. My soul in me preserve from all perils And from the sins I did in life commit!" His right-hand glove. so dear they were? What is become of Gascon Engelier. his soul to heav'n God bare. Over his arm his head bows down and slips. Weep from their eyes barons and chevaliers. and Ive.

too. close in hand. is slain. and many them. Let the dead lie. with him should reason make. also the count Milun: "Guard me this field. Then canters forth with his great host so brave. these hills and valleys too. Let not approach esquire. For I forbid that any come thereto." The King commands Gebuin and Otun." These answer him sweetly. First before all he's said to the Emperour: "See beforehand. From the highways dust rising in our view.66 Thereon Duke Neimes doth act with wisdom proof. So pagans fled. And as they went with killing blows attacked: Barred their highways and every path they had. Thou canst be avenged upon that crimeful race. so will we do. whose backs are turned their way. nor any groom. CLXXX For Charlemagne a great marvel God planned: Making the sun still in his course to stand. as God knows well. Nimbly enough appeared to him and spake: "Charles. Franks one and all continue in their chase. God!" says Charles. dear Sire. Pagans are there." Upon that word mounts the Emperour again. and chased them well the Franks Through the Valley of Shadows. Put off the night. Tedbalt of Reims. all as they are. Until God will that we return anew. On the green grass dismounting as he may. The flower of France. Of Spanish men. canter on! Light needst not thou await. a league from us or two. Canter therefore! Vengeance upon them do!" "Ah. When the King sees the light at even fade. An angel then. their love to prove: "Right Emperour. Towards Sarraguce by force they chased them back. unmoved." A thousand knights they keep in retinue. He kneels aground. Let not approach lion. CLXXIX That Emperour bids trumpets sound again. nor any brute. . "so far are they re-moved! Do right by me. AOI. and still prolong the day. my honour still renew! They've torn from me the flower of France the Douce. AOI. to God the Lord doth pray That the sun's course He will for him delay.

Girt on Joiuse. take bridles from their heads. he's placed his mighty spear. so brave. Many of them down to the bottom sank. When he once more rise.67 The River Sebre before them reared its bank. Bridles of gold from off their heads unstrap. Says the Emperour "Time is to pitch our tents. And through these meads let them refreshment get. marvellous current ran. Some of them slain. Kneels on the ground." AOI. "An evil day. (Whereby great spoils his chevaliers collect) That gentle King upon his feet descends. No barge thereon nor dromond nor caland. Has laced his helm. The Franks dismount in those deserted tracts. Upon this night no sentinels keep watch. By's head. there never was its peer. CLXXXIII That Emperour is lying in a mead. "ye saw Rollant!" CLXXXI When Charles sees that pagans all are dead. Downstream the rest floated as they might hap." cry Franks. He's donned his white hauberk. Whereon each day thirty fresh hues appear. A god of theirs invoked they. Our horses are worn out and foundered: Unsaddle them. That all were drowned. and well may speak Whereby Our Lord was wounded on the Tree: Charles. The armed men more weighty were for that. 'Twas very deep. save that. Who is most tired sleeps on the ground stretched flat. by God's grace. Tervagant. with marvellous keen pangs. but there no warrant had. Let them go free. jewelled with golden beads. All of us know that lance. Their saddles take from off their horses' backs. with broidery." Answer the Franks: "Sire. possessed its point of steel! . the greater part drowned. And then leaped in. To Rencesvals too late to go again. the sun is set. there is enough fresh grass -No service can they render them. you have spoken well. CLXXXII That Emperour hath chosen his bivouac. On such a night unarmed he will not be. his thanks to God presents. So much water the luckiest of them drank.

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.

CXCII Clear is that day. save when that I command. He will not fail. Seventeen kings follow him in a band. On his right hand let it be worn and held. where the sweet waters run. Give him this glove. Throughout all Spain great war with me he's had. and dukes. Upon that day they come to Sarragus. I will not cease. they leave behind Marbrus. made of olifant. or fall between my hands. wont my messages to bear. Freely was. On the green grass they spread a white silk mat. and the sun radiant. AOI. CXCIII He is fast bound by all that he has said. One Clarifan. a laurel stands.71 CXCI The pagan race would never rest. Find I their host. Shall not eat bread." Upon his knee his right-hand glove he slaps. And all the rest in rows about him stand. for so they counselled. great battle shall be there. and carbuncles enough. After he called two of his chevaliers. Set a fald-stool there. Espaneliz goes forth at his right hand. But go to Aix. Sits him thereon the pagan Baligant. into Douce France. where Charles court is held: His men applaud. They leave Marbris. Upstream by Sebre doth all their navy turn. The lord of them speaks before any man: "Listen to me. Counts too. Till be slain. Out of his barge issues their admiral. You I command to Sarraguce to fare. that's stitched with golden thread. but come Out of the sea. Lanterns they have. . the Emperour of the Franks. while I'm a living man. his homage to declare. Bid him come here. free knights and valiant! Charles the King. I will go seek him now. for all the gold neath heav'n. and the other Clarien: "You are the sons of king Maltraien. That all night long and very clearly burn. Marsiliun on my part you shall tell Against the Franks I'm come to give him help. I cannot tell of that. This little wand of fine gold take as well. Where in a field. midway.

From the palace they hear a mighty sound. Now have we lost our king Marsiliun. We'll have no more Fair Jursaleu. Which by the reins two Sarrazins do lead. And curse their gods. in his need." Both messengers on the terrace dismount. Pass through ten gates. I'll take away the crown from off his head. and our lord Apoline Preserve the. . and war with Charles again. My lord they failed in battle. Marsilium with courtesy they greet: "May Mahumet. you say very well. it shall be done. To the palace they climb the topmost steep.72 To France I'll go. Save at my feet he kneel. and the other one the glove!" These answer him: "Dear lord. In Rencesvals they wrought an evil deed. his son. The whole of Spain henceforward is undone. When they're come in. About that place are seen pagans enough. And Tervagan. Through all the streets. For that rich count. who all of us doth keep. Never again will he his right hand see." Canter so far. across four bridges run. with grief are waxen wood. Save all the laws of Christians he forget. Rollanz. and mercy beg. to Sarraguce they come. Our chevaliers they let be slain in heaps. the vaulted roof beneath. wherein the burghers crowd. Those messengers have wrapped them in their weeds. from whom no help is come. hath made him bleed." Answer pagans: "Sire. All our whole Spain shall be for Charles to keep. Who weep and cry. barons. CXCV Horses they leave under an olive tree. Tervagan and Mahum And Apolin. Miserable! What shall become of me? Alas! That I've no man to slay me clean!" AOI. Take one the wand. king and guard from harm the queen!" Says Bramimunde "Great foolishness I hear: Those gods of ours in cowardice are steeped. For yesterday his hand count Rollanz cut. Says each to each: "Caitiffs! What shall be done? For upon us confusion vile is come. When they draw nigh the citadel above." CXCIV Said Baligant: "But canter now.

Bid the admiral. he says. Rights over Spain that admiral hath he. And Charlemagne he will go seek through France And quittance give him. Of Sarraguce ye'll carry him the keys. 'tis the truth you speak. My claim to him. they slew him yester-eve.73 CXCVI Says Clarien: "My lady. say. Our admiral is wealthy and puissant. He lay this night upon the river Sebre. he come to see me here. speak to me. and turn away. pray you. Dromonds are there -.I cannot speak of that. That one I had. . Rather he'ld die than from the field draw back. as ye may see." AOI. Both messengers their leave of him do take. are moored by Sebres bank. That Emperour is bold and combatant. My cities are broken and violate. So sends him here his glove. say not that! We're messengers from pagan Baligant. I yield. Bid you my lord. Charles the Great Hath slain my men and all my land laid waste." Gives them the keys of Sarraguce her gates. if he will take't. CXCVIII Then says Marsile: "The Emperour." To th'messengers: "Sirs. Charles hath no fear for any living man. Barges and skiffs and gallies four thousand. He'll go not hence. Gainst Charlemagne I'll shew him strategy. No son have I nor daughter to succeed. he'll be warrant. if he trusts in me. also this wand. that! Far nearer here you'll light upon the Franks. Within a month from now he'll conquered be. Vessels we have. leading his host this way. But from the Franks he then must set her free. this word to him convey. For seven years he's stayed now in this land. dead or recreant. 'tis seven leagues away. Upon that word bow down. I am held fast by death. CXCVII Says Marsilies the king: "Now let that be." Says Bramimunde: "Unlucky journey. Do battle here. To Marsilies. I've counted well. No king neath heav'n above a child he ranks." They answer him: "Sir.

AOI. what have ye found? Where's Marsilies. A thousand score of Franks in armour found. if you will." said to him Clariens. Forth from your ships issue. and frowns. With Durendal he dealt him such a clout From his body he cut the right hand down. And the Emperour chased him enow from thence. too long ye've slept. And of their Franks are twenty thousand dead. in whom his heart was bound. doth nearly him confound. the dozen peers around. Rereward he set. King Marsilies shall somehow be avenged. Yields to you Spain. Says Baligant: "Speak now." And Baligant looked on him proudly then. And the barons that service to him vowed. grief shall go with them hence. Such grief he has. his kingdom and his crown. The king implores. For his right hand I'll pay him back an head. Fleeing he came. In his courage grew joyous and content. "In Rencesvals was yesterday battle. His son is dead. Throughout this land no chevalier is left. or drowned in Sebres bed. canter well! If he flee not." And Baligant begins to think. The dozen peers whom Charle so cherished. you'll hasten with succour. CC "Sir admiral. sore afraid. To whom the keys of Sarraguce they brought. But he be slain. so proud. And Oliver. King Marsilie's of his right hand bereft. But. that Charlemagne the eld. their admiral they sought. Then. To France the Douce he would be homeward-bound. Then cried aloud: "Barons. Into this land so near to us they've crept. to save his great honour: His nephew there installed. He and Rollanz upon that field did joust.74 CXCIX Both messengers did on their horses mount. mount. That Emperour was in the pass but now." . From the fald-stool upon his feet he leapt. Rollanz the count. he could no more hold out. By river side the Franks have pitched their tents. to come to me was bound?" Says Clarien : "To death he's stricken down. That Emperour has chased him well enow. From that city nimbly they issued out. Marsile the king fought with them there. Dead is Rollanz and that count Oliver.

Saint Gabriel. Where four counts were. To meet him there came running Bramimunde. come on: already flee the Franks!" AOI. out of the palace ran. Up by the steps. king and admiral. Dismounted on a floor of marble blue.75 CCI Pagan Arabs out of their ships issue. he came to Sarraguce. Raises his hand. AOI. he sang: "Pagans. he came before his band." He answers him: "Therefore the more I'm sad. such grief he had. Rises the King. when he sees Baligant. Quittance I give you here of all my land. Down by the steps. in spite of that. And canter forth. as he went. by whom they all were ruled." He turned away in tears. From hour to hour then. Awakened is that Emperour Charles. Then mount upon their horses and their mules." On a brown horse mounted. CCII King Marsilies. Who said to him: "Accursed from the womb. the Sign upon him marks." One of his gloves he takes in his left hand. Cantered so far. Then says Marsile: "Sire. Called up to him Gemalfin. With Sarraguce. and so lift up my back. to's people gallopped back. Charles waits not our attack. whom he knew: "I give command of all my hosts to you. (nay. as he was used. Full well I know. No long discourse together may we have. that admiral her took. I take the glove from you. when the dawn breaks at last. Mounted his horse. who on God's part him guards. And in his train he took with him four dukes. CCIII In morning time. the palace came into. my army. his arms aside he's cast. and the honour thereto hangs. Myself I've lost. . In grief they came up into Marsile's room. That in such shame my sovran lord I lose! Fell at his feet. who by his stirrup stood. Cantered so far. every man. what more might they do?) Their admiral. Calls to him then two Spanish Sarazands: "Take me by the arms.

To the foes' land he would have turned his head. and through those roads so large. Says to the Franks: "My lords. CCV When the Emperour went seeking his nephew. my friend. may God to thee be kind! Never beheld any man such a knight So to engage and so to end a fight. With anguish keen he fell on him and swooned. Now my honour is turned into decline!" . by virtue canter fast Through those long ways. Take up the King. Vaunted them there my valiant chevaliers. Naimes the Duke. and every flower that bloomed. Dismounted then. there where the battle was. After they mount. Begins to weep for those he finds there dead. through all the host. Conqueringly his gallant life he'ld end. There on the ground he sees his nephew lie. Beneath two trees he climbed the hill and looked.76 The others then. And Rollant's strokes on three terraces knew. 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. upon the feast Noel. Since I myself alone should go ahead. Before the rest he's on a peak mounted. Pity he felt. restrain your steps. bear him beneath a pine. CCVI That Emperour is from his swoon revived. Turned scarlat." Further than one a little wand could send. Of battles great and very hot contests. disarm. `Tis nothing strange that Charles anger grew. and the count Aceline. whom I would find again. he could but weep for rue.his heart was full. They go to see the marvellous damage In Rencesvals. He found the grass. with our barons' blood imbrued. and went -. At Aix I was. For my nephew. AOI. CCIV In Rencesvals is Charles entered. On the green grass saw lying his nephew. Gefrei d'Anjou and his brother Tierry. Most sweetly then begins he to repine: "Rollant. In his two hands the count's body he took.

I think I've not one friend neath heaven's roof. fair youth that bar'st the bell. When I arrive at Aix. were very shadowful. He looked to the earth. In bitter grief henceforward shall I reign. How perishes my strength and my valour! None shall I have now to sustain my honour. my friend.77 Charle swoons again. When at Loum. that all our days us led? Ah! France the Douce. and those in Califerne. I weep not nor complain. who won for me such realms!' Against me then the Saxon will rebel. I'm in my hall again. but none of them's so proof. CCVII Charles the King returned out of his swoon. He turned his eyes. AOI. And in Affrike. he cannot stand upright. till both his hands were full. all those are in Palerne. Strange men will come from many far domains." . Romain. My nephew's dead. God lay thee mid the blooms Of Paradise. in my Chapelle. Men coming there will ask what news I tell. Bulgar. saw lying his nephew. Five score thousand Franks had such great dolour There was not one but sorely wept for rue. among the glorious! Thou cam'st to Spain in evil tide. Puillain. Kinsmen I have. All colourless his lusty body grew. AOI. the Capitain. to France I will away. my friend. CCIX "Rollant. Him in their hands four of his barons took. and many hostile men. for thee I've no dolour. Hungar. Who'll ask me. Afresh then will my pain and suffrance swell. my friend. where's that count. I'll say to them: `Marvellous news and fell. now art thou deserted! Such grief I have that I would fain be dead. For who will lead my armies with such strength. Day shall not dawn. When he is slain. seigneur! Day shall not dawn." He tore his locks. CCVIII "Rollant. I'll say to them that he is dead in Spain. Charles complained in amity and truth: "Rollant.

God shew thee His mercy! In Paradise repose the soul of thee! Who hath thee slain. Emperour. From my body my soul at length go free! Among their souls let mine in glory be. Bishops there are. and his eyes weep. "Let not your grief to such excess be wrought. Absolution in God's name they've pronounced. and abbots there enow. my friend. Canons and monks. I'ld live no more." AOI. CCXI "Sire. Ere I am come to th' master-pass of Size." AOI. vicars with shaven crowns. whose bodies they have found To a charnel speedily the bring down. who have been slain for me. And let my flesh upon their flesh be heaped." Still his white beard he tears." Answered the King: "Sound then upon your horn. All of their friends. With honour great they've laid them in the ground. Duke Naimes says: "His wrath is great indeed. and the Archbishop Turpine. CCXII Gefreid d'Anjou upon his trumpet sounds. what else might they do now? AOI. so bitter is my grief For my household. As Charles bade them. CCXIII That Emperour sets Rollant on one side And Oliver. exile for France decreed. Whom those of Spain have in the battle caught. They've left them there." Gefrei d'Anjou implored. CCX "Rollant. Tore with both hands the hair out of his head. the Son of Saint Mary. In a charnel command that they be borne. God grant me this. all the Franks dismount. Incense and myrrh with precious gums they've ground. And lustily they've swung the censers round. Bid that our men through all this field be sought.78 All his white beard he hath begun to rend. Five score thousand Franks swooned on the earth and fell. .

After. to arms!" AOI. girt on his sword Joiuse. The King commands Tedbalt and Gebuin. Calling on God and the Apostle of Roum. they take the bodies of those knights. From the admiral bring challenge to combat: "'Tis not yet time. I say. Milun the count besides: Along the road in three wagons to drive. Remembering his sorrow and damage. they arm themselves. In a loud voice he cries with all his heart: "Barons and Franks. Which he had won at th'ford below Marsune When he flung dead Malpalin of Nerbune. When pagans. Great are the hosts he leads from Arab parts. They're covered well with carpets Galazine. And took his spear. Baligant comes cantering afterward." Charles the King his snowy beard has clasped. Each of the three is wrapped in a deer's hide. Laced up his helm. AOI. And set them in coffers of marble white. to horse. CCXVI Through all the field dismount the Frankish men. CCXC First before all was armed that Emperour. On his good horse then mounted. They're washen well in allspice and in wine. Tencendur. Let go the reins. AOI. spurred him with either foot. lo! comes surging the vanguard. was of Girunde. Five score thousand behind him as he flew. CCXIV Now to be off would that Emperour Charles. Nimbly enough his iron sark indued. that thou de-part. proud King. . Haughtily then his people all regards.79 Their bodies bids open before his eyes. Outshone the sun that dazzling light it threw. Hung from his neck a shield. Two messengers come from their ranks forward. And all their hearts in silken veils to wind. Lo. Marquis Otun. Five-score thousand and more. was fashioned at Blandune. This day we'll see if thou hast vassalage.

you I command To take their place. Their gonfalons flutter above their helms. So canter forth ahead. Find they that host. Whom Gebuins shall lead. In it are set the vassals of Baiviere. the warrior count Oger." Answers Duke Neimes: "God grant us his consent!" AOI. I think." Naimes the Duke and the count Jozerans Go to adjust these columns in their ranks. endowed with vassalage. Whom not to trust were surely want of sense. Their horses swift. Never was lost the battle. before the van. we'll dearly sell. Young bachelors. who realms for him conquered. their arms are fashioned well. and fight with great science. AOI. the Emperour Charles. He calls to him Jozeran of Provence. Save those of France. also Lorains.80 The gear they have enhances much their strength. they'll make a grand attack. CCXVII Charles hath called Rabel and Guineman. After those two a third they next prepare. Mounted they are. Olivier and Rollant. And in your train take fifteen thousand Franks. The Danish chief. battle they'll render them. As many more shall after them advance. Thus said the King: "My lords. Find they that host. CCXVIII Of Franks the first columns made ready there. where they were: Charles for no race neath heaven hath more care. AOI. CCXIX Three columns now. Then Rollant's life. . One bear the sword and the other the olifant. with Antelme of Maience: "In such vassals should man have confidence. Naimon the Duke. Shall lead that troop. he has. Unless the Arabs of coming here repent. Naimes the Duke a fourth next sets apart Of good barons. Some thousand score high-prized chevaliers. When Charles sees the fair aspect of them. for haughty is their air. that are most valiant.

They're well equipped with horses and with arms. Richard the old. Rather they'ld die. AOI. Who'll die before he's any way coward. as all said afterward. in a vale by themselves." AOI. Tis of Flamengs. their arms are all most fair. These canter in the manner of barons. They shall be led by Hermans. With his right hand King Charles hath them blessed. their ensigns fastened on. No race neath heav'n can more in th'field compass.81 Germans they are. and barons out of Frise. CCXXIII And the eighth column hath Naimes made ready. or so say all the Franks. lead them in th'field he shall. come from the German March. They're neath a cliff. AOI. than eer be recreant. Duke of Trace. CCXX Naimes the Duke and the count Jozerans The fifth column have mustered. by my commission. The overlord of them is named Oedon. of Normans. AOI. Well armed are they. A thousand score. their horses charge and prance. Who doth command the county Nevelon. Upright their spears. He'll strike hard there with his good trenchant lance. Rather they'll die than from the battle pass. Thirty thousand chevaliers therein come. also Godselmes. CCXXII That Emperour hath now six columns yare Naimes the Duke the seventh next prepares Of Peitevins and barons from Alverne. Them Jozerans shall lead. CCXXI The sixth column is mustered of Bretons. . Their horses good. Tedbald of Reims and the marquis Oton: "Lead ye my men. Forty thousand chevaliers might be there. A thousand score.

If the Arrabits demur not. AOI. kneeling. CCXXV The tenth column is of barons of France. In helmets laced and sarks of iron brown. CCXXVI That Emperour down from his horse descends. Tierris the Duke shall lead them. And three children. And Daniel from marvellous torment When he was caged within the lions' den. To the green grass. and in hauberks they're clad. And the King says: "These shall do my service. they'll strike them down. CCXXIV Between Naimon and Jozeran the count Are prudent men for the ninth column found.82 Forty thousand and more good knights are these. Girt on their sides Frankish and Spanish brands And noble shields of divers cognisance. Five score thousand of our best capitans. AOI. and their beards are blanched." Between Rembalt and Hamon of Galice Shall they be led. Lusty of limb. by change. In doubled sarks. this day do me defend. his face he bends. With them goes Charlemagne. Who to Jonas succour didst truly send Out of the whale's belly. Fifty thousand good knights they are. AOI. "Monjoie" they cry. short are the shafts cut down. Then turns his eyes towards the Orient. by count. But on that day Monjoie. of Argoune. and proud of countenance. Strong are their spears. Gefreid d'Anjou carries that oriflamme. for all their chivalry. all in a fire ardent: . And who didst spare the king of Niniven. where he was pent. but come out And trust themselves to these. Nor lost by them has any battle been. Snowy their heads are. Saint Peter's twas. Soon as they mount. and bare the name Roman. Of Lotherengs and those out of Borgoune. Calls upon God with heartiest intent: "Very Father. the battle they demand. it gat.

Let horns this news to my pagans proclaim. they sounded their trumpets. Out of his pride a name for it he's spelt Like to Carlun's. And their bugles. In Thy Mercy. Upon his swift charger the King mounted While Jozerans and Neimes his stirrup held.) He grasps his spear. Above them all boomed the olifant again. When he had prayed. CCXXVII That Emperour canters in noble array. that haughty sovereign. that is with gold begemmed. Arm yourself then: Battle you'll have to-day. Clear was his face and filled with good intent. (Round its gold boss a band of crystal went. embroidered in the hems. his trenchant spear he kept. consent That my nephew Rollant I may avenge. After. His chevaliers'. Twas their ensign when they to battle went. A halt they've made. -- . and. that they may arm themselves. Pagans dismount. as he has heard it said. Over his sark all of his beard displays. Then all the Franks for pity of Rollant wept. They pass those peaks. and those deep vales. those rocks and those mountains. Vigorously he cantered onward thence. He took his shield. Five score thousand Franks are thereby made plain. very clear trumpets. The strap of it was a good silken web. In front. Then issue from the passes and the wastes Till they are come into the March of Spain. So Preciuse he bad his own be clept. Laces his helm. both gallant and well set. To Baligant his vanguard comes again A Sulian hath told him his message: "We have seen Charles.83 Thy gracious Love to me be here present. Fierce are his men. he gave that cry to them. With the strong mark of virtue signed his head. For love of him. His own broad shield he hangs upon his neck. in rear. all others do the same." CCXXVIII Through all the host they have their drums sounded. his sword on his left side he's set. in th'middle of a plain. Fine limbs he had. Their admiral will stay no longer then. Those terrible narrows. if it please Thee. Puts on a sark. the which he calls Maltet." Says Baligant: "Mine is great vassalage. they have no mind to fail. upon his feet he stepped.

Pagans cry out: "Our Marches shall be held. that Sulian -Ten great columns he's set them in their ranks. Charles is mad. for he's very pruff. and Twenty thousand more Frankish combatants. Proud was his face. And Oliver. his sister's son. -. Full fifty feet a man might mark its breadth. whom Charles so cherished. his stirrup held. and finely fashioned. For all the rest I'ld not unglove my hand. But the Emperour is verily come back. God! what a knight. CCXXX "Fair son Malprimes." Says Baligant: " Yea. that he departs not hence.So tells me now my man. With shoulders broad and very clear aspect. may once with him contest.84 So great its shaft as is a stout cudgel. CCXXIX That admiral to a baron's like enough. were he a Christian yet! His horse he's spurred. He'll have no strength to stay in fight with us. His vassalage had often been proved. . He's great and strong. In many tales honour to him is done. Will he or nill. over a ditch he's leapt. his hair was ringleted. On his charger is Baligant mounted. The dozen peers. Says to his sire: "To canter then let us! I marvel much that soon we'll see Carlun. with a great stride he stepped." AOI. his life he'll soon have spent. Great was his breast.his ancestors were thus." AOI. Small were his thighs. -. He hath no more Rollant. And in battle he's proud and arduous. a mule had bent." then says t'him Baligant. He's gallopped on. He's a proof man who sounds that olifant. White is his beard as flowers by summer burnt. There is no Frank. from over seas. Marcules. the proof and valiant. In his own laws. White as a flow'r in summer was his head. his ribs of wide extent. of wisdom hath he much. His son Malprimes is very chivalrous. "Was slain yestreen the good vassal Rollanz. That warrior. Beneath its steel alone. With a clear call he rallies his comrades. the clear blood issued.

"I grant it you. Negroes are the eighth. The seventh is the men of Jericho. his virtues and his bones: "Charles of France is mad to canter so. The fourth is raised from Bruns and Esclavoz. nor seizin. unless he take him home." Then says Malprimes: "The first blow I demand. and the king Dapamort. whose heads are gross. 'Tis of that land. After that hour he never looked on it. whom Charles calls Infants. That is a tribe no goodwill ever shews. the Persian king And Dapamort. The fifth is raised from Sorbres and from Sorz. By Mahumet. The sixth is raised from Ermines and from Mors. Thirty columns most speedily they form. Of my domains a slice to you I'll give From Cheriant unto the Vale Marquis.85 These at the head come cantering in advance. No more he'll wear on's head that crown of gold. Along their backs. The tenth is raised from Balide the stronghold. as you have asked me this. he takes delivery. was held by king Flurit. Young bachelors. As they were hogs. Their arrogance if you can humble it. Who will lay on with utmost arrogance. Fifty thousand the smallest column holds. another king Leutish. CCXXXII That admiral canters among his hosts. After. his son with's great body follows. CCXXXI "Fair son Malprimes. Micenes. Investiture gat never. Against the Franks go now. the ninth are men of Gros. above their spinal bones. And take with you Torleu. and smite them quick. The next." "I thank you." CCXXXIII . As many again come following that band. The first is raised of men from Butenrot. Torleus the king. Sire!" Malprimes answers him. the way he knows. The third is raised from Nubles and from Blos. That admiral hath sworn. great bristles on them grow." AOI. Battle he'll have." says Baligant to him. They've chevaliers in marvellous great force. after. Also with them are fifteen thousand Franks. Going before.

The fourth is raised of desperate Pinceners. Of Canelious. The next's of Turks. the third a Hungar crew. right ugly. The sixth is from Ormaleus and Eugez. the desert. In the battle they're felon murderers. Apollin the felon. And from Baldise the Long the fourth have trooped. is the first. The fifth is raised from Soltras and Avers. Gesta Francor' these thirty columns prove. the ninth from Esclavers. The eighth from Argoilles." Pagans awhile their heads and faces on Their breasts abase. Who from Val-Fuit came across country there. CCXXXV That admiral hath great possessions. CCXXXIV That admiral ten columns more reviews. The next of Huns. The eighth is from Bruise. The tenth is from Occiant. The tenth is raised of beardsmen from Val-Frunde. The fifth is raised of men from Val-Penuse. our God. their polished helmets doff. He makes them bear before him his dragon. AOI. Wherefore of helm or hauberk they've no care. And very loud the cry out this sermon: "Let who would from our gods have garrison. the ninth is from Clarbune. do not the Lord God serve. Great are the hosts.86 Ten great columns they marshal thereafter. unto Carlon! And in his name this victory be won!" . Ten Canelious canter in the environs. gluttons. Serve them and pray with great affliction. Hard is their hide. Pagans canter as men of valour should. The first is raised of Giants from Malpruse. The seventh is from Leus and Astrimunes. Tervagan's and Mahom's. their horns come sounding through. And his image. The seventh is the tribe of Samuel. AOI. Of such felons you never else have heard. And the Franks say: "Now shall you die. This day shall bring you vile confusion! Give warranty. as though it iron were. That is a tribe. of Persians is the third. The sixth is raised of tribesmen from Maruse. And their standard. That is a tribe. no love of God e'er knew.

But of the best I'll keep beside me three: One is of Turks." AOI. And the Franks say: "Great hurt this day you'll get!" And very loud "Monjoie!" they cry again. The trumpets sound. 'Tis Canabeus. you see. Says Baligant: "My pagan tribes adverse. Thicket nor wood. by Preciuse they swear. And Occiant's. All my columns together shall you lead. Who holds the land unto the Vale Sevree. And the ensigns fixed on all their burnished spears. Then the admiral. Pagans cry out. AOI. CCXXXVIII Great is that plain. Their helmets shine with golden jewellery. canter ye now ahead!" Carries the ensign Amboires of Oluferne. And the olifant its echoing music speaks. Until with Charles and with the Franks they meet. the next of Ormaleis. He may be sure naught else for him's decreed. the king of Floredee. And the olifant sounds over all its knell. His son to him and those two kings calls he: My lords barons. Must lose his head. And the third is the Giants of Malpreis. That Emperour has bid them sound trumpets. The pagans say: "Carlun's people are fair. Across the plain they see each other well. and wide is that country. Battle to seek. CCXXXVI That admiral hath wisdom great indeed. and all the columns fair. . his brother calleth he. Battle we'll have. No peak nor vale nor cliff between them there. beforehand canter ye. Also their sarks embroidered and their shields. cut from his shoulders clean. if he combat with me. CCXXXVII Great are the hosts. bitter and keenly set. That Emperour canters right haughtily. That Emperour. they'll also stay with me.87 AOI. renowned land. their voice is very clear. nor ambush anywhere. He's shewn to him Carlun's ten companies: "The pride of France.

Never has man beheld such armies meet. the companies are grand. brave lord. Towards Carlun has turned the point of steel. come on. The first columns are come now hand to hand. Strike us they will with lances and with spears: Battle with them we'll have. Nor shield nor sark could such a blow abide. No pennyworth is there in all their laws. His reason then he's shewn to them.) The King of France in a loud voice has called: "Barons and Franks. AOI. He pricked his horse with spurs of gold so fine." Further than one might cast a rod that's peeled Goes Baligant before his companies. and speaks: "Pagans. then on rush all the Franks. Over their sarks they have thrown out their beards Which are as white as driven snows that freeze. -(In such great strength are mustered those Arabs Of that country they've covered every part Save only that whereon the Emperour was. my lords. .88 His bearded men are with him in the rear. he was a hardy knight. when he sees the admiral And the dragon. who'ld fail me in the attack." Next with both spurs he's gored his horse's flanks." His spear in hand he brandishes and wields. Then say the Franks: "This King's a good vassal. And go to strike." CCXL Clear is the day. The hosts are fair. and the sun radiant. AOI. Torleu. The count Rabel and the count Guinemans Let fall the reins on their swift horses' backs. Though they've great hosts. what matters that? Let him go hence. good vassals are ye all. See the pagans. Ye in the field have fought so great combats. for now I take the field. for none of us holds back. CCXLI That count Rabel. And Tencendor has made four bounds thereat. The Persian king. Spurring in haste. his ensign and standard. they're felons and cowards. Canter. each with his trenchant lance. CCXXXIX Charles the Great. he went to strike. prolonged and keen.

long time I've fed you at my hand. 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. Then say the Franks: "Lord God. nor slacken in your speed! Charle's in the right against the pagan breed. God sent us here his justice to complete. Better vassal than him I'll not demand. So flings him dead. Flung down upon a little bush. And with his arms so many lords attacks. Next of his sark he has undone the seam. Go. all the breadth of either side.89 The golden spear his carcass passed inside. hour out. Guided his corse amid the press of Franks. CCXLIV Great are the hosts. Upon that blow. Has broken all the flowers on his shield. And the pagans do marvellously strike. ever. the companies in pride Come touching. who goes on Carlun's track. And." . And marvellous and weighty the combat: Before nor since was never such attack. Ye see my son. the Franks cry out with heat: "Strike on. So many shafts." AOI. Before them all has cried out Baligant: "Barons. CCXLII And Guineman tilts with the king Leutice. great blows he struck them back. he died. AOI. each with his trenchant lance!" Upon that word the pagans all advance. Grim blows they strike. be Thou our Guide! Charles we must not fail. shatter the Christian line. by God! in pieces lie And crumpled shields. let any laugh or weep. his cause is right. dead one upon others packed. baron. That admiral rallies once more his tribe: "Barons. succour him. strike on. CCXLIII Pure white the horse whereon Malprimes sate. the slaughter's very grand. All his ensign thrust through the carcass clean." AOI. Hour in.

that stood those hosts between. my wealth. came you not therefore here? I promise you noble women and dear. So many great battles you've fought for me.90 Now very keen and lasting is the fight. And of his shield breaks all the upper margin. There is not one thenceforth employs his spear. So dead among sev'n hundred else he casts him. AOI. CCXLV That admiral to all his race appeals: "Pagans. Kings overthrown. Who with one voice have sworn him fealty. I know it well indeed. Who of the Franks hath wrought there much great damage. gainst pagan breeds." With mighty blows they shatter all their spears. CCXLVI That Emperour calls on his Franks and speaks: "I love you. Battle he saw. grim and sorrowful. For sons. I promise you honours and lands and fiefs. My lands. ye know. Tears both the sides of his embroidered ha'berk. As never was. and kingdoms have redeemed! Guerdon I owe. Slaughter then. strike on. you'd seen. Through the carcass thrusts all his yellow banner. in whom I well believe." Answer the Franks: "Sire. In straits of death they never will him leave. CCXLVII Across that field the bold Malprimes canters." Twenty thousand beside him Charles leads. for brothers wreak Who in Rencesvals were slaughtered yester-eve! Mine is the right. for heirs. Five score thousand swords from their scabbards leap. lords. AOI. Naimes the Duke right haughtily regards him. unless he die. . And goes to strike him. 'tis the truth you speak. The battle is straitened marvellously. But with their swords they strike in company. before or since that time. The finish none shall reach. my body are yours to keep." Answer pagans: "We must do well indeed. AOI. like a man of valour.

Charles of France. No pennyworth the hood is after that. that had you straitly pinned. but slaughters. AOI. the Duke. Going to strike the county Guineman. On the green grass all his clear blood shedding. Tears the chin-guard above his hauberk mailed. Great proof you'll have of valour. His charger's neck he clasped with both his hands. if I live. Then the Emperour to him this counsel gives: "Fair master Naimes. Away from it he's broken off one half. So flings him dead: his saddle shall be wasted. Shatters his shield. CCXLIX Keen anguish then he suffers. Had fallen ev'n. but aid from God he had. that noble old vassal. And the pagan." says Charles. true love and faith swearing. this. Nor is there one. hotly hastens. I believe it. One piece of it he's flung upon the land. "Culvert. Had the pagan but once renewed the attack. Right to the flesh he slices through the cap." Answers the Duke: "Sire. Who Duke Naimun before him sees lying. against his heart he breaks it. to strike him. brother of the admiral. canter with me to win! The glutton's dead. Through his carcass my spear I thrust once in. Against his heart his argent shield he cracked. strikes and kills. whose hilt is of crystal. Then was he slain. A thousand score of Franks surround them still. CCL Bitter great grief has Charlemagne the King.91 CCXLVIII King Canabeus. Has pricked his horse with spurs in either flank." They 'ngage them then. AOI. He's drawn his sword. Five of the links his brand of steel hath knapped. with succour. amazed thereat. that Duke Naimes. And strikes Naimun on's helmet principal. Great was the blow. . CCLI Then through the field cantered that admiral. "You'll get now as you gave him!" With vassalage he goes to strike that pagan. Came there to him.

dying upon that field. And heard those shields on iron helmets beat. Against Carlun give me your warranty!" Comes before him his dear friend Gemalfin. And Canabeus. here have we our warrant!" AOI. And heard men groan. strike on. in gold I'll fashion each. That battle is most hard to endure. the lord of those Normans. he slew Gebuin and Lorain. your brother. Your images. "is valiant! Baron. But Franks. CCLIII Right well they strike. . that battle. indeed. this day in shame you're steeped. On either side dead men to the earth fall crashing.92 The folds of his hauberk apart he slashed. Breaking the shafts of all their burnished spears. prays and speaks: "My lords and gods. Richard the old. Some memory of bitter pains might keep. while still his charger ran. Fairly two Franks have got the victory. so great his grief. So flung him dead. After. Fain would he die at once. to escape they think it no great matter." That admiral has bent his head down deep. Great limbs he has. AOI. CCLII Who then had seen those Arrabit chevaliers. from Argoille and from Bascle! And well they strike and slaughter with their lances. even Malprime." cry pagans. Evil the news he brings to him and speaks: "Sir Baliganz. And thereafter lowers his face and weeps. Grief shall be there ere the two hosts be scattered. both Franks and Arrabies. Whoso had heard those shining hauberks creak. For you have lost your son. Whoso had seen that shattering of shields. Barons of France do suffer much great damage. he's every way Marquis. He calls to him Jangleu from over sea. Whoso had seen fall down those chevaliers. Till even-tide 'tis very strong. I've done you much service. White is his beard as flowers in April. That Emperour was one. Two of his ribs out of his side he hacked. From Occiant. as I have seen. "Preciuse. And the admiral calls upon Apollin And Tervagan and Mahum. slain is he.

CCLVI The count Oger no cowardice e'er knew. They spurred in haste. so all the pagans hear. Then to his mouth he sets a trumpet clear. and vengeance on them do!" And not one word to answer him he knew. of Argune. So calls to him Duke Tierris. their horses let run loose. like dogs barking." CCLV That admiral has shaken out his beard That ev'n so white as thorn in blossom seems. From Occiant. He'll no way hide. whateer his fate may be. speak. He sees the Franks. of Anjou. Counsel from you I've ever sought to have. Baligant! For from your gods you'll never have warrant. Better vassal hath not his sark indued. strook. And from Argoille. and Gefreid. of Arrabits and Franks. Shall we from hence victorious go back?" He answers him: "Slain are you. Never saw I a race so combatant. Naimes the Duke. also Oger the Dane. take in hand. So proud is Charles. Count Jozeran. who. Turks and Enfruns. beside me stand! For you are proof. "Jangleu. and greatly understand. Throughout the field rally his companies. those men who bray and bleat. And to Carlun most proud his reason proves: "Behold pagans. their columns broken through. CCLIV Says the admiral. AOI. But call upon barons of Occiant. No more delay: what must be. wheresoeer they met the pagans. and how your men they slew! Now from your head please God the crown remove Unless you strike. Seek out the Franks with such a high folly. the thickest press they meet Dead from that shock they've seven thousand heaped. Break through their line. his men so valiant. . Arrabits and Giants. CCLVII Now very well strikes the King Charlemagne.93 AOI. And clearly sounds. How seems it you. And.

themselves aground do find. Brave vassals they. as they go. So strikes that man who the dragon displays. . From this battle they'll ne'er be turned aside Nor make an end. And Mahumet's standard thrown from its place. who that ensign displays. downwards their saddles slide. That admiral no fear nor caution knew. the Dane. Still they struck on. That admiral still "Preciuse" doth cry. Both in the field before his feet he breaks That king's ensign and dragon. He spurs his horse. bare from their sheaths they drew. CCLVIII Passes that day. come. All felon he that dares not exploits brave!" AOI. Many great blows on 's shield each gave and took. barons. who brought those hosts to fight. Most vassal-like they draw their swords outright. turns into vesper-tide. Exceeding proof is Don Oger. both abased. Nimbly enough upon their feet they rise. in God's Name!" Answer the Franks. Amid the field they're both come into sight. and right is Charlemain. CCLIX A great vassal was Charles. without that one man die. Pagan Arabs coyly themselves contain. That he is wrong. And shatter them. bare in their sarks they stood.94 Geifreid d'Anjou. But bodies. Both those Kings fall. support me. Baligant sees his gonfalon disgraced. of France the Douce. Never have they forgotten their ensigns. Down fell the nails. AOI. the buckles brake in two. From their bright helms the light shone forth anew. The leather pierced. "Question you make in vain. Then. That Emperour calls on his Franks again: "Say. Franks and pagans still with their swords do strike. and lets him run in haste. beneath their buckles wide. Each the other knows by his clear voice and high." renowned word of pride. great blows on either side They with their spears on their round targes strike. Broken their girths. wound them they never might. That admiral at once perceives it plain. and doubled core of wood. no. Those swords they had. Charles "Monjoie. And all the folds of their hauberks divide.

are on their belts." cries Charles. And counsel take that t'wards me thou repent! Thou'st slain my son. to scatter all his brains. falls nearly to the ground." They go to strikewith th'swords. And questions him "Great King. in that wound. He strikes Carlun on his steel helm so brown. God wills not he be slain or overpow'red. Charles tottereth. above his brow. recovers not again. whereon the jewels blaze. a fief from me thou'lt get. I beg. AOI. . Receive the Law that God to us presents. And. Slices his head. God wills not they remain. Through his thick hair the sword goes glancing round. Had fear of death no longer. hearing how that holy Angel spake. serving me. Saint Gabriel once more to him comes down. And Franks have all their wish. Serve and believe the King Omnipotent!" Says Baligant: "Evil sermon thou saist. down unto the white beard. nor dismay. think. that all may know the tale. No peace nor love may I to pagan lend. Holds Tencendur. Has broken it and rent. Christianity. His helmet breaks. "Monjoie. So he falls dead. Become my man. and then I'll love thee well. be that what may. So the admiral he strikes with France's blade. A great palm's breadth and more of flesh cuts out. all his face. Most wrongfully my land thou challengest. from here to the Orient!" Charle answers him: "That were most vile offence. Come.95 Finish nor fail that battle never could But one of them must in the wrong be proved. So that all bare the bone is. Remembrance and a fresh vigour he's gained. bids mount that King so Great. Upon that word is come to him Duke Naimes. I know that very well. Charles. Pagans turn back. CCLXI In the admiral is much great virtue found. CCLX Says the admiral: "Nay. what doest thou?" CCLXII Charles. AOI.

towards the wall he looked. nor were their heads tonsured. And Sarraguce is in the Emperour's keep. And when she saw those Arrabits confused Aloud she cried: "Give us your aid. avenge your ills. he occupies that town.96 CCLXIII Pagans are fled. this morn. With sins he's so corrupt. And all that night they lie there in their pow'r. Fierce is that King. Still pagans fled. And the admiral to shameful slaughter put!" When Marsile heard. But all the stars burn. and hotly Franks pursued. and the Emperour therewith. conquered are all our troops. Wept from his eyes. With iron malls and axes which they wield They break the idols and all the imageries. Great exploits his whom the Lord God endows! CCLXVI Passes the day. the dust arose and blew. whom God ne'er loved nor knew. do what you will!. The soul of him to Hell live devils took. For well he knows there's no defence there now. Chase them the Franks. But ten ere great. and lesser fifty around. he gives That few escape. . and proud. I saw your eyes did spill. and all his body stooped. the rest are put to rout Whom Charles hath in battle overpowered. So there remain no fraud nor falsity." Then such great blows. as each may strike. The chase endured from there to Sarraguce. Of Sarraguce the gates he's battered down. In come his men. CCLXV Pagans are slain. So died of grief. CCLXIV Great was the heat. On her tower. with 's hoary beard. even so we will. Mahume! Ah! Noble king. Orders they'd none. And Bramimunde hath yielded up her towers. ev'n as the Lord God wills. high up clomb Bramimunde." Answer the Franks: "Sir. and the moon shines clear. Unto your hearts' content. Around her there the clerks and canons stood Of the false law. Says the King then: "My Lords. For tears. The synagogues and the mahumeries. of those remain there still. the darkness is grown deep. A thousand Franks he bids seek through the streets.

Stands the olifant. who thither crowd. Arrived in France. CCLXVIII That Emperour. Saxons. but only good he's vowed. with joy and gladness out. Five score thousand and more are thus redeemed. there abound. Very Christians. returning out of Spain. Who sware to me. Baivers. to Saint Sevrin endowed. Come to Burdele. Passing Girunde in great ships. into the hall he came. save that alone the queen To France the Douce goes in captivity. A thousand knights he's left there. he'ld have me for his mate?" Then upon Charles a heavy sorrow weighed. After. in his chief seat. By messengers he seeks his judges out. fighters stout. who was so wise and proud. that city of high valour. by valleys and by mounts. If any Charles with contradiction meet Then hanged or burned or slaughtered shall he be. Who guard that town as bids their Emperour. Canters so far. on th'terrace he dismounts. Germans he calls. and would do His service. that fair dame. So are they come. On water then Bishops their blessing speak. . Lotherencs and Frisouns. Charles canters on. Clomb to th' Palace. with golden pieces bound. Thereon begins the cause of Gueneloun. Was come to him there Alde. They pass Nerbone by force and by vigour. Not before Aix will he not make sojourn. his noble companioun. And the Archbishop. When he is come into his lofty house. And those in France that are the sagest found. And Bramimunde a prisoner is bound. the clear day opens now. at Aix. from Brittany and Poitou. In white coffers he bids them lay those counts At Saint Romain: So rest they in that ground.97 That King fears God. All the pilgrims may see it. And pagans bring into the baptistry. No harm to her. Above the altar. CCLXVII Passes the night. Franks them to God and to His Angels vow. By love the King will her conversion seek. Ev'n unto Blaive he's brought his nephew down And Oliver. From Normandy. Of Sarraguce Charles garrisons the tow'rs. Said to the King: "Where's Rollanz the Captain. the King and all his army mount. and also calls Borgounds.

Never. all in his iron chains Is in that town. All night their watch until the dawn they held. for some chief feast was held. When Charles saw that she was truly dead Four countesses at once he summoned. Those serfs have bound him. On her shoulders her head still drooped and leant. Assembled them at Aix. He is my son. what further can I say. many tell. Her memory the King with honour kept. Took her in's hands.98 And his eyes wept. CCLXXI Written it is. Holy that day. who had the treason spelt. Pity he had. please God. When Rollant's dead shall I alive remain!" Her colour fails. . fast upon his stake. Thereon began the trial and defence Of Guenelun. To a monast'ry of nuns they bare her thence. and shall my marches take. With clubs and whips they trounce him well and baste: He has deserved not any better fate. His Angels and His Saints. I'll give you one far better in exchange. Yet the King thought she was but swooning then. CCLXIX Alde the fair is gone now to her rest. Saint Silvester's that baron's. she's dead. The felon Guene. and wept. and in an ancient geste How Charles called from many lands his men. raised her from th'earth again. CCLXX That Emperour is now returned to Aix. Before himself the Emperour has him led. dear friend. our Emperour. In bitter grief his trial there he awaits. Before the altar her tomb was fashioned well. She falls. AOI. before the King's Palace. of a dead man you spake. AOI. he tore his beard again: "Sister. Her soul God's Mercy awaits! Barons of France weep therefore and complain. In deer-hide thongs his hands they've helpless made. in his Chapelle." Alde answered him: "That word to me is strange. That is Loewis. at th' feet of Charlemain.

in 's pride and courtesy." Charles the King doth speak." said Guenes." Answer the Franks: "Take counsel now must we. Message I bare to king Marsiliun. Lusty his limbs. but there's no treason proved. But treason. Were he loyal. soundly his reasons giving. 'Tis Pinabel. his voice was full: "For th' Love of God. Save me this day from death. beside our Emperour. . There of my Franks a thousand score did steal. I vow there's not the least. he cried aloud. Whence to destroy and slay him did I seek. To Oliver. right baron-like he'd looked. By my cunning I held myself secure." Answered the Franks: "Now go we to the moot. his nephew.99 CCLXXII "Lords and barons. whom never more you'll see. Hatred of me had Rollant. So he decreed death for me and dolour. listen to me. A good vassal. and all who'ld judge his doom. and his noble baruns. also from prison. his great cause is beginning. before the King there. wealth to gain. And Oliver. even in Spain with me. who in Sorence castle liveth. that you to hang committeth? Let the Emperour but once together bring us." Guenes the count kneels at his feet to kiss them. CCLXXIV When Guenes sees. his face of gentle hue." CCLXXIII So Guenelun. Vengeance I gat. He saw those Franks. Well can he speak. Is there one Frank. Charles heard that." "Felon be I. "Of Guenelun judge what the right may be! He was in th'host. And my nephew. And by his side his thirty kinsmen knew. There's one of them to whom the others listen. After." Says Pinabel: "Straightway you'll be delivered. whose arm to fight is stiffened. no. Service I did him there in faith and truth. With my steel brand he shall be smartly chidden. betrayed the dozen peers. baruns! I was in th' host. Says to him Guenes: "In you my faith is fixed. and all their comrades too. Thirty he has around him of his kinsmen. To that fighter Rollant my challenge threw. "aught to conceal! He did from me much gold and wealth forfeit. stood. And.

's that man. and lengthy and delicate. Black was his hair and somewhat brown his face. towards you. . Those of Alverne the greatest court'sy have. So he may serve you still in love and truth. is perjured and ashamed: Wherefore I judge that he be hanged and slain. brother to Don Geifreit. Normans also. Most foolish then is he. do not yourself dismay! You know that I have served you many ways: By my ancestors should I this cause maintain. With love and faith he'll serve him after that. that Duke of Anjou famed." There is but one agrees not to their plan. so noble a man 's he proved.100 CCLXXV To th' counsel go those of Bavier and Saxe. Nay let him live. His carcass flung to th' dogs beside the way. CCLXXVII When Charles saw that all of them did fail. since th' hour that he betrayed. From Pinabel most quietly draw back. CCLXXVI Then his barons. caitiff himself proclaimed. no more ye'll see Rollanz. no longer in our view. And if Rollant was forfeited to Guenes Still your service to him full warrant gave. Tierri. Was not too small. One of his knights. Leave we this cause. before him came. and yet was hardly great. AOI. Say to their King: "Sire." Then says the King: "You're felons all of you!" AOI. Says each to each: "'Twere well to let it stand. Gefrei's brother. Felon is Guene. And courteously to the Emperour he spake: "Fair' Lord and King. Tierris. we beseech of you That you cry quits with county Guenelun. Lean were his limbs. Nor any wealth nor gold may win him back. returning to Carlun. Since he is dead. Nor for no wealth may we his life renew. Enough there are of Tudese and Germans. And. Deep down he bowed his head and all his face For th' grief he had. and of the King demand That he cry quits with Guenes for this act. with Poitevins and Franks. would do combat. Rollant is dead.

101 As a felon who felony did make. CCLXXIX When Tierri sees that battle shall come after. on you this cause depends." His deer-hide glove in the King's hand he's left. with pure gold hilted each. 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. Upon their heads they've laced their helmets clear. Next they demand their horses and their armour. "I'll do the same for you. AOI. absolved. who hath his judgment dealt. Great is he. vassalous and nimble. from sin set free." CCLXXVIII Before the King is come now Pinabel. as the others' judgement cast them." Answer the Franks: "Now very well you spake. But. Five score thousand chevaliers therefor weep. Who bears his blow has no more time to dwell: Says to him: "Sire. their hauberks brightly gleam. Four benches then upon the place he marshals Where sit them down champions of either party. Until the right be shewn. I cry him false. AOI. strong. And girt on swords. Command therefore this noise be made an end. And from their necks hang down their quartered shields. now. That Emperour by way of hostage guards it. Before Carlun now both the two appear: They have their spurs. Says the Emperour: "Good pledges must I get. His right hand glove he offereth to Chares. Communion received. and will the cause contest. CCLXXX For battle. They're well confessed. . In their right hands they grasp their trenchant spears. Rich offerings to those minsters they leave." Thirty kinsmen offer their loyal pledge. For Rollant's sake pity for Tierri feel. bids guard them well. are fastened on their feet. Masses they've heard. light and strong. ready you might them see. See Tierri here. Oger the Dane between them made the parley. And. They're chos'n aright. At last they mount on their swift coursing steeds." the King has said.

to strike each other. and light. "Make plain to us the right!" CCLXXXIII Says Pinabel "Tierri. Nimbly enough upon their feet they rise. AOI. Their hauberks tear." "Please the Lord God. To Guenelun such justice shall be dealt Day shall not dawn but men of it will tell. The chevaliers of France do much repine. And their horses. Proof men are these. But make the King with Guenelun agree. Each the other seeks. Five score thousand weep. us between!" AOI. For the pleasure my wealth I'll give to thee. "I would sustain the cause of my kindred . those helmets to divide. I pray thee. CCLXXXIV Then said Tierri "Bold art thou. horses are out of mind. who that sight regard. with body finely bred. CCLXXXI Down under Aix there is a pasture large Which for the fight of th' two barons is marked. the reins aside they cast. With virtue great. the girths asunder start. They spur them well. Thou'rt great and strong. dart.102 God knows full well which way the end shall be. gallop fast. yield: I'll be thy man." Answers Tierri: "Such counsel's not for me. All of their shields shatter and rend apart. and of great vassalage. Pinabel. The saddles slip. But with those swords whose hilts with gold are lined Upon those helms of steel they beat and strike: Great are the blows. "O God!" says Charles. CCLXXXII Upon the ground are fallen both the knights. in love and fealty. Pure felon I. and fall upon the grass. For vassalage thy peers esteem thee well: Of this battle let us now make an end! With Charlemagne I soon will have thee friends. if e'er I that concede! God shall this day the right shew. unwearied. Nimble and strong is Pinabels. not so!" said Pinabel.

rent. Brandishes him on th' sword. the King takes in his arms to kiss. With baronage and joy they bring him in. Leaps such a spark. till dead he's flung. Strikes Pinabel on 's helmet brown and rough. . He lays them down. Of his steel brand the point he then presents. Oger that Danish Prince. the grass is kindled thence. Forty barons are in his following. And those his kin. on 's helmet of Provence. AOI. Tierri. Rather I'ld die than hear reproaches said. AOI. whereon he sits. The chevaliers most sweetly disarm him. And his hauberk. And wipes his face with his great marten-skins." AOI. without one man be dead. On Tierri's brow the helmet has he wrenched So down his face its broken halves descend. Naimes the Duke.103 No mortal man is there from whom I've fled. CCLXXXVII Now that Tierris the battle fairly wins. Franks cry aloud: "God hath great virtue done. Upon that blow is all the battle won. On grassy field runs clear his flowing blood. and others then they bring. Nor make an end. To the nose-piece he's broken it and cut. It is proved right that Guenelun be hung. Pinabel of Sorence. Willalme of Blaive therewith. An Arab mule they've brought. Geifrei d'Anjou." 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. CCLXXXVI Sees Tierris then 'that in the face he's struck. that in his cause are come. It cannot be that they be sundered. God's his warrant. Tierri he strikes. That Emperour Charles is come to him. over his belly. Who death from him prevents. CCLXXXV He's very proof. And from his head scatters his brains in th' dust. And his right cheek in flowing blood is drenched.

by their heads. Thirty of them there are." They answer him: "Sponsors the rite demands. they bound his feet and both his hands. Which. Who betrays man. as pledges gave them up.104 They come to Aix. . AOI. Hither they came because of Guenelun. For Pinabel. Who betrays man. Those of Baviere and also the Germans: "A dame free-born lies captive in my hands. So oft she's heard sermons and reprimands. 'twas voted by the Franks That Guenes die with marvellous great pangs. himself and 's friends undoes. and of a temper mad. Basbrun: "Go hang them all on th' tree of cursed wood! Nay. CCLXXXVIII His counts and Dukes then calls to him Carlun: "With these I guard. If one escape. advise what shall be done. He called to him the Bishops out of France. She would fear God. After. halt and dismount therein. And all the limbs were from his body dragged. There they baptised the Queen of Sarazands." The King commands his provost then. so God her soul may have. Dames of estate and long inheritance. by this beard. and christening demands. All his sinews were strained until they snapped. Sones fell Gue into perdition black." Answer the Franks: "Shall not of them live one. led forward four sejeants Towards a stream that flowed amid that land. that straight are hung. So to lead forth four stallions they bade. save thus?" With an hundred serjeants by force they come. CCLXXXIX Then turned away the Baivers and Germans And Poitevins and Bretons and Normans. Baptise her then. On the green grass his clear blood gushed and ran. Fore all the rest. The punishment of the others then begins. Those steeds were swift. need make no boast of that. CCXC When the Emperour had made his whole vengeance. whose hairs are white enough. Guenes is dead." The baths at Aix great companies attract. to death and shame thou'rt struck!" He answers him: "How could I act. a felon recreant.

King Vivien thou'lt succour there." Right loth to go. at Imphe. and speaks: "Summon the hosts. Passes the day.net/ .105 And found for her the name of Juliane. of thine Empire. the darkness is grown deep. In the city which pagans have besieged. The Christians there implore thee and beseech. And now that King in 's vaulted chamber sleeps. And Bramimunde has christening received. SO ENDS THE TALE WHICH TUROLD HATH CONCEIVED. His mighty wrath's abated from its heat. Go thou by force into the land of Bire. Christian is she by very cognisance. End of The Project Gutenberg Etext of The Song of Roland from http://manybooks. he tore his snowy beard. CCXCI When the Emperour his justice hath achieved. that Emperour was he: "God!" said the King: "My life is hard indeed!" Tears filled his eyes. Saint Gabriel is come from God. Charles.

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