The nephew of Marsile holds in his grasp

The glove, and to the King with haughty pride

Speaks:—"Fair Sire King, your gift I dearly prize;

Choose you for me eleven of your Knights,

And I will go and combat the twelve Peers."

The first response was that of Falsaun:

He was the brother of the King Marsile.—

"Fair nephew, we shall go, both you and I;

In battle side by side, we shall engage.

The rear of Carle's great host is doomed to die!"

Aoi.