"The Emperor Carle," said King Marsile, "has slain

My men, ravaged my land, shattered and stormed

My cities; now on Ebro's banks he camps,

But seven counted leagues away. Bid ye

The Emir march up all his force. Bear him

My order for the fight." With this he gives

Into their hands the keys of Sarraguce.

Upon these words the messengers bent low

In last salute, took leave, and went their way.

Aoi.