XLVII.

Exclaimed Marsile:—"What further [shall I say?]

No good adviser he of faith unsure.

Swear if Rollánd be there that he shall die!"

Thus answered Ganelon:—"Your will be done."

Upon the relics of his sword Murgleis

The treason swore; thus forfeited himself.

Aoi.

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