Thus spoke the King:—"Sire Ganelon, draw near:

Receive the glove and staff—you heard the Franks

Pass judgment, and on you their choice has fallen."

Said Ganelon:—"All this Rollánd has done!

My life-long, never will I love him more,

Nor Olivier, his comrade and his friend,

Nor the twelve Peers, for that they love him well.

Here in your presence, I defy them all!"

The King replied:—"Too wroth you are. At once

You shall depart.—I spoke it."—"Sire, I go,

Although for me there is nor shield nor guard:

Basile had none, Bazan, his brother, none!

Aoi.