第35章 XXXV

Then Sarrazins implored him so, the chiefs, On the faldstoel Marsillies took his seat.

"Greatly you harm our cause," says the alcaliph:

"When on this Frank your vengeance you would wreak;Rather you should listen to hear him speak.""Sire," Guenes says, "to suffer I am meek.

I will not fail, for all the gold God keeps, Nay, should this land its treasure pile in heaps, But I will tell, so long as I be free, What Charlemagne, that Royal Majesty, Bids me inform his mortal enemy."Guenes had on a cloke of sable skin, And over it a veil Alexandrin;These he throws down, they're held by Blancandrin;But not his sword, he'll not leave hold of it, In his right hand he grasps the golden hilt.

The pagans say. "A noble baron, this."

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