Cheerful and blithe the Emp'ror, for Cordrès

Has been subdued, its massy walls o'erthrown,

Its towers by mighty catapults destroyed;

And there his knights have found abundant spoils

Of gold and silver, and rich garnitures.

Nor was one Pagan in the city left

Alive, who did not own the Christian Faith.

Now is the Emperor within a wide

And spreading orchard; there around him stand

Rollánd and Olivier, Samsun the Duke,

And Anseïs the bold, Gefrei d'Anjou,

Gonfaloneer of Carle, and also there

Gerin and Gerier. Where these were, came

Of others many more. In all, from France

Were gathered fully fifteen thousand knights.

Upon white pallies 2 sit these chevaliers;

They play at tables 3 to divert themselves;

The wiser and the elder play at chess.

In mimic sword-play strive the joyous youths.

Under a pine-tree, near an eglantine,

Is placed a faldstool of pure gold whereon

Sits he, the King—great Ruler of Sweet France.

White is his beard, his head all flowering white;

Graceful his form and proud his countenance;

None need to point him out to those who come

The Pagan messengers, dismounting, stood

Before him, proffering humble faith and love.

Aoi.