Another Pagan came. 'Twas Climorin

Who gayly smiling, said to Ganelon:

"My helmet take—None better have I seen,

But help us now against Marchis Rollánd

That we may throw dishonor on his name."

"—Well shall it be," responded Ganelon,

And then they kissed each other's lips and cheek.

Aoi.