From elsewhere comes Turgis de Turteluse.

He is a count, and o'er this city wields

His sway; hate unto Christians has he vowed,

And stands with all the rest before Marsile.

He thus addressed the king: "Ne'er be dismayed!

More worth Mohammed than Saint Pierre of Rome;

But serve him well, the honor of the field

[Is ours]. I'll meet Rollánd at Ronceval

Where none can guard him. Mark this sword of mine;

Its blade, so good and long, in desperate fight

Will cross with Durendal; and you will hear

Which of the two shall win the victory.

Abandoned unto us the French must die.

The old King Carle will have both grief and shame,

And never more on earth will wear a crown."

Aoi.