The Pagan said:—"Amazed am I at Carle

So old and so white-haired; his age, I know,

Two hundred years and more. His limbs he toiled

Across so many lands; so oft was struck

By swords and spears; so many kings compelled

To beg!—When will he cease to war?"—"Carle?—ne'er!"

Ganelon answered, "while his nephew lives:

No vassal like him 'neath the starry arch;

And bold as he his comrade Olivier.

The twelve Peers held by Carle so dear, behold!

The vanguard form of twenty thousand knights;

With them King Carle is safe, and fears no man."

Aoi.