Vanished the night, and the clear dawn appeared.

With noble mien the Emperor mounts his steed,

And 'mid the host one thousand trumpets sound:

"Barons," said Carle:—"You see those deep defiles

And narrow passes—judge who in the rear

Will take command." Said Ganelon:—"Rollánd,

My step-son, whom among your valiant knights

You prize the most." Carle hearing this, upon

Him sternly looked:—"Thou art the devil's self,"

Said he, "or else a mortal rage has stung

Thy heart! Say, who before me in the van

Will march? 'Twill be Ogier de Dannemarche!

You have no better Baron for the post."

Aoi.