Chapter LIX

Vanished the night, and the clear dawn appeared.
With noble mien the Emperor mounts his steed,
And 'mid the host one thousand trumpets sound:
"_Barons_," said Carle:--"You see those deep defiles
And narrow passes--judge who in the rear
Will take command." Said Ganelon:--"Rolland,
My step-son, whom among your valiant knights
You prize the most." Carle hearing this, upon
Him sternly looked:--"Thou art the devil's self,"
Said he, "or else a mortal rage has stung
Thy heart! Say, who before me in the van
Will march? 'Twill be Ogier de Dannemarche!
You have no better Baron for the post."
Aoi.