Chapter XLIX

Behold a Pagan, Valdabrun, who armed
Marsile a Knight; with cheerful smile he said
To Ganelon:--"Take this my sword; no man
E'er drew its peer; the hilt alone is worth
More than a thousand marks.--For love I give it,
But lend us help against the Count Rolland,
And show us how to find him in the rear."
"--So shall it be," replies Count Ganelon;
Whereon they kissed each other's chin and face.