Chapter XL

The King Marsile said:--"Fair Sire Ganelon,
Unwise and all too hasty was I, when
In my great wrath I poised my lance to strike.
This gift of sables take as your amends:
More than five hundred marks their weight in gold.
Before to-morrow-eve the boon is yours."
Ganelon answers:--"I reject it not.
May God, if 'tis his will, your grace reward."
Aoi.