Night passes; dawn appears. Carle fortifies

The towers of Sarraguce. One thousand Knights

Of valor proved are left to guard the town

In the Emperor's name. With escort strong he rides,

Followed by Bramimunde a captive, yet

Commands that naught but kindness she receive.

In proud and joyous triumph they return;

Through Nerbune passes the victorious host,

Unto Burdele, the city great and fair.

There on the altar of the Baron Saint

Sevrin, Carle lays the olifant filled full

Of marks and gold, where pilgrims view it still.

Passing upon broad skiffs across Girunde,

To Blaive, he bears the bodies of Rollánd

And Olivier, his noble Compagnon,

With the Archbishop good and brave. Beneath

White monuments he hath the lords entombed

At Saint-Romain. Here those three Barons lie....

The French to God and to his saints, once more

Commend them. Carle anew through mounts and vales

Proceeds, nor will he stop until in Aix.

Fast rides he till he nears the marble steps

Of his great palace; and as soon as reached

Its tower, by messengers he summons up

Baiviers and Saisnes, Loherencs and Frisons,

Allemans, Burguignons, Normans, Poitevins,

Bretons, of France the wisest men; for now

Ganelon's trial shall have no delay.

Aoi.