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Section 1:
Laisses 1-26
Laisses 1-26
| I |
| Charles the King, our Lord and Sovereign, |
| Full seven years hath sojourned in Spain, |
| Conquered the land, and won the western main, |
| Now no fortress against him doth remain, |
| No city walls are left for him to gain, |
| Save Sarraguce, that sits on high mountain. |
| Marsile its King, who feareth not God's name, |
| Mahumet's man, he invokes Apollin's aid, |
| Nor wards off ills that shall to him attain. |
| II |
| King Marsilies he lay at Sarraguce, |
| Went he his way into an orchard cool; |
| There on a throne he sate, of marble blue, |
| Round him his men, full twenty thousand, stood. |
| Called he forth then his counts, also his dukes: |
| "My Lords, give ear to our impending doom: |
| That Emperour, Charles of France the Douce, |
| Into this land is come, us to confuse. |
| I have no host in battle him to prove, |
| Nor have I strength his forces to undo. |
| Counsel me then, ye that are wise and true; |
| Can ye ward off this present death and dule?" |
| What word to say no pagan of them knew, |
| Save Blancandrin, of th' Castle of Val Funde. |
| III |
| Blancandrins was a pagan very wise, |
| In vassalage he was a gallant knight, |
| First in prowess, he stood his lord beside. |
| And thus he spoke: "Do not yourself affright! |
| Yield to Carlun, that is so big with pride, |
| Faithful service, his friend and his ally; |
| Lions and bears and hounds for him provide, |
| Thousand mewed hawks, sev'n hundred camelry; |
| Silver and gold, four hundred mules load high; |
| Fifty wagons his wrights will need supply, |
| Till with that wealth he pays his soldiery. |
| War hath he waged in Spain too long a time, |
| To Aix, in France, homeward he will him hie. |
| Follow him there before Saint Michael's tide, |
| You shall receive and hold the Christian rite; |
| Stand honour bound, and do him fealty. |
| Send hostages, should he demand surety, |
| Ten or a score, our loyal oath to bind; |
| Send him our sons, the first-born of our wives;— |
| An he be slain, I'll surely furnish mine. |
| Better by far they go, though doomed to die, |
| Than that we lose honour and dignity, |
| And be ourselves brought down to beggary." |
| IV |
| Says Blancandrins: "By my right hand, I say, |
| And by this beard, that in the wind doth sway, |
| The Frankish host you'll see them all away; |
| Franks will retire to France their own terrain. |
| When they are gone, to each his fair domain, |
| In his Chapelle at Aix will Charles stay, |
| High festival will hold for Saint Michael. |
| Time will go by, and pass the appointed day; |
| Tidings of us no Frank will hear or say. |
| Proud is that King, and cruel his courage; |
| From th' hostage he'll slice their heads away. |
| Better by far their heads be shorn away, |
| Than that ourselves lose this clear land of Spain, |
| Than that ourselves do suffer grief and pain." |
| "That is well said. So be it." the pagans say. |
| V |
| The council ends, and that King Marsilie |
| Calleth aside Clarun of Balaguee, |
| Estramarin and Eudropin his peer, |
| And Priamun and Guarlan of the beard, |
| And Machiner and his uncle Mahee, |
| With Jouner, Malbien from over sea, |
| And Blancandrin, good reason to decree: |
| Ten hath he called, were first in felony. |
| "Gentle Barons, to Charlemagne go ye; |
| He is in siege of Cordres the city. |
| In your right hands bear olive-branches green |
| Which signify Peace and Humility. |
| If you by craft contrive to set me free, |
| Silver and gold, you'll have your fill of me, |
| Manors and fiefs, I'll give you all your need." |
| "We have enough," the pagans straight agree. |
| VI |
| King Marsilies, his council finishing, |
| Says to his men : "Go now, my lords, to him, |
| Olive-branches in your right hands bearing; |
| Bid ye for me that Charlemagne, the King, |
| In his God's name to shew me his mercy; |
| Ere this new moon wanes, I shall be with him; |
| One thousand men shall be my following; |
| I will receive the rite of christening, |
| Will be his man, my love and faith swearing; |
| Hostages too, he'll have, if so he will." |
| Says Blancandrins: "Much good will come of this." |
| VII |
| Ten snow-white mules then ordered Marsilie, |
| Gifts of a King, the King of Suatilie. |
| Bridled with gold, saddled in silver clear; |
| Mounted them those that should the message speak, |
| In their right hands were olive-branches green. |
| Came they to Charle, that holds all France in fee, |
| Yet cannot guard himself from treachery. |
| VIII |
| Merry and bold is now that Emperour, |
| Cordres he holds, the walls are tumbled down, |
| His catapults have battered town and tow'r. |
| Great good treasure his knights have placed in pound, |
| Silver and gold and many a jewelled gown. |
| In that city there is no pagan now |
| But he been slain, or takes the Christian vow. |
| The Emperour is in a great orchard ground |
| Where Oliver and Rollant stand around, |
| Sansun the Duke and Anseis the proud, |
| Gefreid d'Anjou, that bears his gonfaloun; |
| There too Gerin and Geriers are found. |
| Where they are found, is seen a mighty crowd, |
| Fifteen thousand, come out of France the Douce. |
| On white carpets those knights have sate them down, |
| At the game-boards to pass an idle hour;— |
| Chequers the old, for wisdom most renowned, |
| While fence the young and lusty bachelours. |
| Beneath a pine, in eglantine embow'red, |
| l Stands a fald-stool, fashioned of gold throughout; |
| There sits the King, that holds Douce France in pow'r; |
| White is his beard, and blossoming-white his crown, |
| Shapely his limbs, his countenance is proud. |
| Should any seek, no need to point him out. |
| The messengers, on foot they get them down, |
| And in salute full courteously they lout. |
| IX |
| The foremost word of all Blancandrin spake, |
| And to the King: "May God preserve you safe, |
| The All Glorious, to Whom ye're bound to pray! |
| Proud Marsilies this message bids me say: |
| Much hath he sought to find salvation's way; |
| Out of his wealth meet presents would he make, |
| Lions and bears, and greyhounds leashed on chain, |
| Thousand mewed hawks, sev'n hundred dromedrays, |
| Four hundred mules his silver shall convey, |
| Fifty wagons you'll need to bear away |
| Golden besants, such store of proved assay, |
| Wherewith full tale your soldiers you can pay. |
| Now in this land you've been too long a day |
| Hie you to France, return again to Aix; |
| Thus saith my Lord, he'll follow too that way." |
| That Emperour t'wards God his arms he raised |
| Lowered his head, began to meditate. |
| X |
| That Emperour inclined his head full low; |
| Hasty in speech he never was, but slow: |
| His custom was, at his leisure he spoke. |
| When he looks up, his face is very bold, |
| He says to them: "Good tidings have you told. |
| King Marsilies hath ever been my foe. |
| These very words you have before me told, |
| In what measure of faith am I to hold?" |
| That Sarrazin says, "Hostages he'll show; |
| Ten shall you take, or fifteen or a score. |
| Though he be slain, a son of mine shall go, |
| Any there be you'll have more nobly born. |
| To your palace seigneurial when you go, |
| At Michael's Feast, called in periculo; |
| My Lord hath said, thither will he follow |
| Ev'n to your baths, that God for you hath wrought; |
| There is he fain the Christian faith to know." |
| Answers him Charles: "Still may he heal his soul." |
| XI |
| Clear shone the sun in a fair even-tide; |
| Those ten men's mules in stall he bade them tie. |
| Also a tent in the orchard raise on high, |
| Those messengers had lodging for the night; |
| Dozen serjeants served after them aright. |
| Darkling they lie till comes the clear daylight. |
| That Emperour does with the morning rise; |
| Matins and Mass are said then in his sight. |
| Forth goes that King, and stays beneath a pine; |
| Barons he calls, good counsel to define, |
| For with his Franks he's ever of a mind. |
| XII |
| That Emperour, beneath a pine he sits, |
| Calls his barons, his council to begin: |
| Oger the Duke, that Archbishop Turpin, |
| Richard the old, and his nephew Henry, |
| From Gascony the proof Count Acolin, |
| Tedbald of Reims and Milun his cousin: |
| With him there were Gerers, also Gerin, |
| And among them the Count Rollant came in, |
| And Oliver, so proof and so gentil. |
| Franks out of France, a thousand chivalry; |
| Guenes came there, that wrought the treachery. |
| The Council then began, which ended ill. |
| XIII |
| "My Lords Barons," says the Emperour then, Charles, |
| "King Marsilies hath sent me his messages; |
| Out of his wealth he'll give me weighty masses. |
| Greyhounds on leash and bears and lions also, |
| Thousand mewed hawks and seven hundred camels, |
| Four hundred mules with gold Arabian charged, |
| Fifty wagons, yea more than fifty drawing. |
| But into France demands he my departure; |
| He'll follow me to Aix, where is my Castle; |
| There he'll receive the law of our Salvation: |
| Christian he'll be, and hold from me his marches. |
| But I know not what purpose in his heart is." |
| Then say the Franks: "Beseems us act with caution!" |
| XIV |
| That Emperour hath ended now his speech. |
| The Count Rollanz, he never will agree, |
| Quick to reply, he springs upon his feet; |
| And to the King, "Believe not Marsilie. |
| Seven years since, when into Spain came we, |
| I conquer'd you Noples also Commibles, |
| And took Valterne, and all the land of Pine, |
| And Balaguet, and Tuele, and Sezilie. |
| Traitor in all his ways was Marsilies; |
| Of his pagans he sent you then fifteen, |
| Bearing in hand their olive-branches green: |
| Who, ev'n as now, these very words did speak. |
| You of your Franks a Council did decree, |
| Praised they your words that foolish were in deed. |
| Two of your Counts did to the pagan speed, |
| Basan was one, and the other Basilie: |
| Their heads he took on th' hill by Haltilie. |
| War have you waged, so on to war proceed, |
| To Sarraguce lead forth your great army. |
| All your life long, if need be, lie in siege, |
| Vengeance for those the felon slew to wreak." |
| XV |
| That Emperour he sits with lowering front, |
| He clasps his chin, his beard his fingers tug, |
| Good word nor bad, his nephew not one. |
| Franks hold their peace, but only Guenelun |
| Springs to his feet, and comes before Carlun; |
| Right haughtily his reason he's begun, |
| And to the King: "Believe not any one, |
| My word nor theirs, save whence your good shall come. |
| Since he sends word, that King Marsiliun, |
| Homage he'll do, by finger and by thumb; |
| Throughout all Spain your writ alone shall run |
| Next he'll receive our rule of Christendom |
| Who shall advise, this bidding be not done, |
| Deserves not death, since all to death must come. |
| Counsel of pride is wrong: we've fought enough. |
| Leave we the fools, and with the wise be one." |
| XVI |
| And after him came Neimes out, the third, |
| Better vassal there was not in the world; |
| And to the King: "Now rightly have you heard |
| Guenes the Count, what answer he returned. |
| Wisdom was there, but let it well be heard. |
| King Marsilies in war is overturned, |
| His castles all in ruin have you hurled, |
| With catapults his ramparts have you burst, |
| Vanquished his men, and all his cities burned; |
| Him who entreats your pity do not spurn, |
| Sinners were they that would to war return; |
| With hostages his faith he would secure; |
| Let this great war no longer now endure." |
| "Well said the Duke." Franks utter in their turn. |
| XVII |
| "My lords barons, say whom shall we send up |
| To Sarraguce, to King Marsiliun?" |
| Answers Duke Neimes: "I'll go there for your love; |
| Give me therefore the wand, also the glove." |
| Answers the King: "Old man of wisdom pruff; |
| By this white beard, and as these cheeks are rough, |
| You'll not this year so far from me remove; |
| Go sit you down, for none hath called you up." |
| XVIII |
| "My lords barons, say whom now can we send |
| To th' Sarrazin that Sarraguce defends?" |
| Answers Rollanz: "I might go very well." |
| "Certes, you'll not," says Oliver his friend, |
| "For your courage is fierce unto the end, |
| I am afraid you would misapprehend. |
| If the King wills it I might go there well." |
| Answers the King: "Be silent both on bench; |
| Your feet nor his, I say, shall that way wend. |
| Nay, by this beard, that you have seen grow blench, |
| The dozen peers by that would stand condemned. |
| Franks hold their peace; you'd seen them all silent. |
| XIX |
| Turpins of Reins is risen from his rank, |
| Says to the King: "In peace now leave your Franks. |
| For seven years you've lingered in this land |
| They have endured much pain and sufferance. |
| Give, Sire, to me the clove, also the wand, |
| I will seek out the Spanish Sarazand, |
| For I believe his thoughts I understand." |
| That Emperour answers intolerant: |
| "Go, sit you down on yonder silken mat; |
| And speak no more, until that I command." |
| XX |
| "Franks, chevaliers," says the Emperour then, Charles, |
| "Choose ye me out a baron from my marches, |
| To Marsilie shall carry back my answer." |
| Then says Rollanz: "There's Guenes, my goodfather." |
| Answer the Franks: "For he can wisely manage; |
| So let him go, there's none you should send rather." |
| And that count Guenes is very full of anguish; |
| Off from his neck he flings the pelts of marten, |
| And on his feet stands clear in silken garment. |
| Proud face he had, his eyes with colour, sparkled; |
| Fine limbs he had, his ribs were broadly arched |
| So fair he seemed that all the court regarded. |
| Says to Rollant: "Fool, wherefore art so wrathful? |
| All men know well that I am thy goodfather; |
| Thou hast decreed, to Marsiliun I travel. |
| Then if God grant that I return hereafter, |
| I'll follow thee with such a force of passion |
| That will endure so long as life may last thee." |
| Answers Rollanz: "Thou'rt full of pride and madness. |
| All men know well, I take no thought for slander; |
| But some wise man, surely, should bear the answer; |
| If the King will, I'm ready to go rather." |
| XXI |
| Answers him Guene: "Thou shalt not go for me. |
| Thou'rt not my man, nor am I lord of thee. |
| Charles commnds that I do his decree, |
| To Sarraguce going to Marsilie; |
| There I will work a little trickery, |
| This mighty wrath of mine I'll thus let free." |
| When Rollanz heard, began to laugh for glee. |
| XXII |
| When Guenes sees that Rollant laughs at it, |
| Such grief he has, for rage he's like to split, |
| A little more, and he has lost his wit: |
| Says to that count: "I love you not a bit; |
| A false judgement you bore me when you chid. |
| Right Emperour, you see me where you sit, |
| I will your word accomplish, as you bid. |
| XXIII |
| "To Sarraguce I must repair, 'tis plain; |
| Whence who goes there returns no more again. |
| Your sister's hand in marriage have I ta'en; |
| And I've a son, there is no prettier swain: |
| Baldwin, men say he shews the knightly strain. |
| To him I leave my honours and domain. |
| Care well for him; he'll look for me in vain." |
| Answers him Charles: "Your heart is too humane. |
| When I command, time is to start amain." |
| XXIV |
| Then says the King: "Guenes, before me stand; |
| And take from me the glove, also the wand. |
| For you have heard, you're chosen by the Franks," |
| "Sire," answers Guenes, " all this is from Rollanz; |
| I'll not love him, so long as I'm a man, |
| Nor Oliver, who goes at his right hand; |
| The dozen peers, for they are of his band, |
| All I defy, as in your sight I stand." |
| Then says the King: "Over intolerant. |
| Now certainly you go when I command." |
| "And go I can; yet have I no warrant |
| Basile had none nor his brother Basant." |
| XXV |
| His right hand glove that Emperour holds out; |
| But the count Guenes elsewhere would fain be found ; |
| When he should take, it falls upon the ground. |
| Murmur the Franks: "God! What may that mean now? |
| By this message great loss shall come about." |
| "Lordings," says Guene, "You'll soon have news enow." |
| XXVI |
| "Now," Guenes said, "give me your orders, Sire; |
| Since I must go, why need I linger, I?" |
| Then said the King "In Jesu's Name and mine!" |
| With his right hand he has absolved and signed, |
| Then to his care the wand and brief confides. |




