The wisest Pagans urged the wrathful King,

Till, yielding, on his throne he has resumed

His seat. The Kalif said: "Great wrong you brought

Upon us, menacing to strike the Frank.

You should have hearkened to his words." "This wrong,"

Said Ganelon, "I calmly will endure;

But for the gold that God hath made all wealth

Stored in this land, I would not leave untold,

While I have power of speech, the message sent

By Carle, the mighty Emperor, through me

His messenger, to thee his mortal foe."

Ganelon on the ground his mantle dropped

Of Alexandrine silk, and richly lined

With zibelline; Blancandrin took it up:

But from his sword the Count would never part;

And his right hand still grasps the golden hilt.

The Pagans say:—"Behold a Baron true!"

Aoi.