Said Clarien:—"Lady, speak not thus—Behold,

Messengers we, from Baligant, who swears

To free Marsile, and to him sends his glove

And staff as tokens—on the Ebro float

Four thousand galleys, skiffs and swiftest boats;

More sails than can be numbered! Rich and great

The Emir.—Carle, pursued to France, shall be

Per force, or still, or dead, or penitent."

Said Bramimunde:—"Yea, greater ills will come.

To meet the Franks you need not go so far;

Carle seven years in Spain has tarried. Brave

Is he in battle, and a Baron true;

Ready to die ere he will quit the field;

No king on earth but is to him a child.

Carle's spirit yields before no living man."

Aoi.