And now Duke Naimes arose: his beard and hair

As white as drifted snow. In all the court

No better vassal stood; and to the King:

"Have you marked well the words Count Ganelon

In answer spoke but now? His plan is wise;

Follow it then. This King Marsile in war

Is overcome, his strongholds all pulled down;

By warlike engines are his walls destroyed,

His cities burned, his men subdued;—when now

He for your mercy prays, foul sin it were

To press him harder. Since he, furthermore

Will bind his word by gift of hostages,

[One of your barons also send to him.]

In truth no longer this great war should rage."

The French all cry:—"Duke Naimes has spoken well."

Aoi.