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his nephew Henry was Richard the old,

      Gascony's gallant Count Acelin,

      Tybalt of Rheims, and Milo his kin,

      Gerein and his brother in arms, Gerier,

      Count Roland and his faithful fere,

      The gentle and valiant Olivier:

      More than a thousand Franks of France

      And Ganelon came, of woful chance;

      By him was the deed of treason done.

      So was the fatal consult begun.

      XIII

      "Lords my barons," the Emperor said,

      "King Marsil to me hath his envoys sped.

      He proffers treasure surpassing bounds,

      Bears and lions, and leashed hounds;

      Seven hundred camels that bend the knee;

      A thousand hawks that have moulted free;

      Four hundred mules with Arab gold,

      Which fifty wains might scantly hold.

      But he saith to France must I wend my way:

      He will follow to Aix with brief delay,

      Bend his heart unto Christ's belief,

      And hold his marches of me in fief;

      Yet I know not what in his heart may lie."

      "Beware! beware!" was the Franks' outcry.

      XIV

      Scarce his speech did the Emperor close,

      When in high displeasure Count Roland rose,

      Fronted his uncle upon the spot,

      And said, "This Marsil, believe him not:

      Seven full years have we warred in Spain;

      Commibles and Noples for you have I ta'en,

      Tudela and Sebilie, cities twain;

      Valtierra I won, and the land of Pine,

      And Balaguet fell to this arm of mine.

      King Marsil hath ever a traitor been:

      He sent of his heathens, at first fifteen.

      Bearing each one on olive bough,

      Speaking the self—same words as now.

      Into council with your Franks you went,

      Lightly they flattered your heart's intent;

      Two of your barons to him you sent,

      They were Basan and Basil, the brother knights:

      He smote off their heads on Haltoia's heights.

      War, I say!—end as you well began,

      Unto Saragossa lead on your van;

      Were the siege to last your lifetime through,

      Avenge the nobles this felon slew."

      XV

      The Emperor bent him and mused within,

      Twisted his beard upon lip and chin,

      Answered his nephew nor good nor ill;

      And the Franks, save Ganelon, all were still:

      Hastily to his feet he sprang,

      Haughtily his words outrang:

      "By me or others be not misled,

      Look to your own good ends," he said.

      "Since now King Marsil his faith assures,

      That, with hands together clasped in yours,

      He will henceforth your vassal be,

      Receive the Christian law as we,

      And hold his realm of you in fee,

      Whoso would treaty like this deny,

      Recks not, sire, by what death we die:

      Good never came from counsel of pride,

      List to the wise, and let madmen bide."

      XVI

      Then his form Duke Naimes upreared,

      White of hair and hoary of beard.

      Better vassal in court was none.

      "You have hearkened," he said, "unto Ganelon.

      Well hath Count Ganelon made reply;

      Wise are his words, if you bide thereby.

      King Marsil is beaten and broken in war;

      You have captured his castles anear and far,

      With your engines shattered his walls amain,

      His cities burned, his soldiers slain:

      Respite and ruth if he now implore,

      Sin it were to molest him more.

      Let his hostages vouch for the faith he plights,

      And send him one of your Christian knights.

      'Twere time this war to an ending came."

      "Well saith the duke!" the Franks exclaim.

      XVII

      "Lords my barons, who then were best

      In Saragossa to do our hest?"

      "I," said Naimes, "of your royal grace,

      Yield me in token your glove and mace."

      "Nay—my sagest of men art thou:

      By my beard upon lip and chin I vow

      Thou shalt never depart so far from me:

      Sit thee down till I summon thee.

      XVIII

      "Lords my barons, whom send we, then,

      To Saragossa, the Saracen den?"

      "I," said Roland, "will blithely go."

      "Nay," said Olivier; "nay, not so.

      All too fiery of mood thou art;

      Thou wouldst play, I fear me, a perilous part.

      I go myself, if the king but will."

      "I command," said Karl, "that ye both be still.

      Neither shall be on this errand bound,

      Nor one of the twelve—my peers around;

      So by my blanching beard I swear."

      The Franks are abashed and silent there.

      XIX

      Turpin of Rheims from amid the ranks

      Said: "Look, my liege, on your faithful Franks:

      Seven full years have they held this land,

      With pain and peril on every hand.

      To me be the mace and the glove consigned;

      I will go this Saracen lord to find,

      And freely forth will I speak my mind."

      The Emperor answered in angry plight,

      "Sit thee down on that carpet white;

      Speak not till I thy speech invite.

      XX

      "My cavaliers," he began anew,

      "Choose of my marches a baron

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