CCLXXIII

　　So Guenelun, before the King there, stood;

　　Lusty his limbs, his face of gentle hue;

　　Were he loyal, right baron-like he'd looked.

　　He saw those Franks, and all who'ld judge his doom,

　　And by his side his thirty kinsmen knew.

　　After, he cried aloud; his voice was full:

　　"For th' Love of God, listen to me, baruns!

　　I was in th' host, beside our Emperour,

　　Service I did him there in faith and truth.

　　Hatred of me had Rollant, his nephew;

　　So he decreed death for me and dolour.

　　Message I bare to king Marsiliun;

　　By my cunning I held myself secure.

　　To that fighter Rollant my challenge threw,

　　To Oliver, and all their comrades too;

　　Charles heard that, and his noble baruns.

　　Vengeance I gat, but there's no treason proved."

　　Answered the Franks: "Now go we to the moot. The Song of Roland