Now, seeing all will fail him, o'er Carle's eyes

And features gloom descends; by grief o'erwhelmed

He cries: "Unhappy that I am!" Then stood

[Tierri], the brother of Geffrei, the Duke

D'Anjou, before the King. Thin, light of frame,

Hair raven-black, [face] somewhat brown of hue,

In height nor tall nor short; with courtesy

He spake thus to the Emp'ror: "Fair sire King,

Be not cast down. That I have served you well

Ere this, you know. 'Tis my ancestral right

To sit among the judges of the plea.

However guilty was Rollánd against

Count Ganelon, his duty to the King

Should have restrained his hate. A treason foul

Ganelon wrought against Rollánd; forsworn

In perjury tow'rd you, he lost himself.

For all his crimes his death I here demand,

Death by the cord; his body to the dogs

Be thrown away—the perjurer's just doom.

Should any of his kin deny the words

I speak, this sword of mine girt to my side

Will make them good."—All cry: "Well have you said."

Aoi.