Oliver his friend,
  "For your courage is fierce unto the end,
  I am afraid you would misapprehend.
  If the King wills it I might go there well."
  Answers the King: "Be silent both on bench;
  Your feet nor his, I say, shall that way wend.
  Nay, by this beard, that you have seen grow blench,
  The dozen peers by that would stand condemned.
  Franks hold their peace; you'd seen them all silent.

XIX

  Turpins of Reins is risen from his rank,
  Says to the King: "In peace now leave your Franks.
  For seven years you've lingered in this land
  They have endured much pain and sufferance.
  Give, Sire, to me the clove, also the wand,
  I will seek out the Spanish Sarazand,
  For I believe his thoughts I understand."
  That Emperour answers intolerant:
  "Go, sit you down on yonder silken mat;
  And speak no more, until that I command."
                      AOI.

XX

  "Franks, chevaliers," says the Emperour then, Charles,
  "Choose ye me out a baron from my marches,
  To Marsilie shall carry back my answer."
  Then says Rollanz: "There's Guenes, my goodfather."
  Answer the Franks: "For he can wisely manage;
  So let him go, there's none you should send rather."
  And that count Guenes is very full of anguish;
  Off from his neck he flings the pelts of marten,
  And on his feet stands clear in silken garment.
  Proud face he had, his eyes with colour, sparkled;
  Fine limbs he had, his ribs were broadly arched
  So fair he seemed that all the court regarded.
  Says to Rollant: "Fool, wherefore art so wrathful?
  All men know well that I am thy goodfather;
  Thou hast decreed, to Marsiliun I travel.
  Then if God grant that I return hereafter,
  I'll follow thee with such a force of passion
  That will endure so long as life may last thee."
  Answers Rollanz: "Thou'rt full of pride and madness.
  All men know well, I take no thought for slander;
  But some wise man, surely, should bear the answer;
  If the King will, I'm ready to go rather."
                      AOI.

XXI

  Answers him Guene: "Thou shalt not go for me.
  Thou'rt not my man, nor am I lord of thee.
  Charles commnds that I do his decree,
  To Sarraguce going to Marsilie;
  There I will work a little trickery,
  This mighty wrath of mine I'll thus let free."
  When Rollanz heard, began to laugh for glee.
                      AOI.

XXII

  When Guenes sees that Rollant laughs at it,
  Such grief he has, for rage he's like to split,
  A little more, and he has lost his wit:
  Says to that count: "I love you not a bit;
  A false judgement you bore me when you chid.
  Right Emperour, you see me where you sit,
  I will your word accomplish, as you bid.
                      AOI.

XXIII

  "To Sarraguce I must repair, 'tis plain;
  Whence who goes there returns no more again.
  Your sister's hand in marriage have I ta'en;
  And I've a son, there is no prettier swain:
  Baldwin, men say he shews the knightly strain.
  To him I leave my honours and domain.
  Care well for him; he'll look for me in vain."
  Answers him Charles: "Your heart is too humane.
  When I command, time is to start amain."
                      AOI.

XXIV

  Then says the King: "Guenes, before me stand;
  And take from me the glove, also the wand.
  For you have heard, you're chosen by the Franks,"
  "Sire," answers Guenes, "all this is from Rollanz;
  I'll not love him, so long as I'm a man,
  Nor Oliver, who goes at his right hand;
  The dozen peers, for they are of his band,
  All I defy, as in your sight I stand."
  Then says the King: "Over intolerant.
  Now certainly you go when I command."
  "And go I can; yet have I no warrant
  Basile had none nor his brother Basant."

XXV

  His right hand glove that Emperour holds out;
  But the count Guenes elsewhere would fain be found;
  When he should take, it falls upon the ground.
  Murmur the Franks: "God! What may that mean now?
  By this message great loss shall come about."
  "Lordings," says Guene, "You'll soon have news enow."

XXVI

  "Now," Guenes said, "give me your orders, Sire;
  Since I must go, why need I linger, I?"
  Then said the King "In Jesu's Name and mine!"
  With his right hand he has absolved and signed,
  Then to his care the wand and brief confides.

XXVII

  Guenes the count goes to his hostelry,
  Finds for the road his garments and his gear,
  All of the best he takes that may appear:
  Spurs of fine gold he fastens on his feet,
  And to his side Murgles his sword of steel.
  On Tachebrun, his charger, next he leaps,
  His uncle holds the stirrup, Guinemere.
  Then you had seen so many knights to weep,
  Who all exclaim: "Unlucky lord, indeed!
  In the King's court these many years you've been,
  Noble vassal, they say that have you seen.
  He that for you this journey has decreed
  King Charlemagne will never hold him dear.
  The Count Rollant, he should not so have deemed,
  Knowing you were born of very noble breed."
  After they say: "Us too, Sire, shall he lead."
  Then answers Guenes: "Not so, the Lord be pleased!
  Far better one than many knights should bleed.
  To France the Douce, my lords, you soon shall speed,
  On my behalf my gentle wife you'll greet,
  And Pinabel, who is my friend and peer,
  And Baldewin, my son, whom you have seen;
  His rights accord and help him in his need."
  —Rides down the road, and on his way goes he.
                      AOI.

XXVIII

  Guenes canters on, and halts beneath a tree;
  Where Sarrazins assembled he may see,
  With Blancandrins, who abides his company.
  Cunning and keen they speak then, each to each,
  Says Blancandrins: "Charles, what a man is he,
  Who conquered Puille and th'whole of Calabrie;
  Into England he crossed the bitter sea,
  To th' Holy Pope restored again his fee.
  What seeks he now of us in our country?"
  Then answers Guene "So great courage hath he;
  Never was man against him might succeed."
                      AOI.

XXIX

  Says Blancandrins "Gentle the Franks are found;
  Yet a great wrong these dukes do and these counts
  Unto their lord, being in counsel proud;
  Him and themselves they harry and confound."
  Guenes replies: "There is none such, without
  Only Rollanz, whom shame will yet find out.
  Once in the shade the King had sate him down;
  His nephew came, in sark of iron brown,
  Spoils he had won, beyond by Carcasoune,
  Held in his hand an apple red and round.
  "Behold, fair Sire," said Rollanz as he bowed,
  "Of all