And came with Esturgant, Estramaris,

His friend; both wretches, traitors, villains are....

Thus spake Marsile: "Come forth, Seigneurs; ye both

To Ronceval's defiles shall go and help

Me there to lead my host." Both answer: "King,

At your command, Rollánd and Olivier

Will we assault. No power can the twelve peers

From death defend against our trenchant swords

Whose blades shall redden with hot blood. The French

Are doomed to death and Carle to doleful life.

France, the Great Land, shall through our arms become

Your realm. Come, King, to see this verified;

The Emperor's self a captive we'll present."

Aoi.