White with exceeding wrath, the King Marsile

Has brok'n the seal, let fall the wax on earth,

And, glancing on the Brief, has read the script:

"I learn from Carle who holds France in his sway,

That I should bear in mind his ire and grief:

Bazan—Basile, his brother, they whose heads

I took on Mount Haltoïe, his anger's cause.

If I my body's life would save, to him

The Kalif, my good uncle, I must send,

Or else can he ne'er be my friend."—Then spake

To King Marsile his son:—"This Ganelon,"

Said he, "speaks madly, and such wrong hath done,

That he should live no more. Now give him up

To me, that I to him quick justice deal!"

Ganelon, hearing this, unsheathed his sword,

And set his back against a branching pine.

Aoi.