XXXIV

King Marsilies is turn'ed white with rage,

His feathered dart he brandishes and shakes.

Guenes beholds: his sword in hand he takes,

Two fingers' width from scabbard bares the blade;

And says to it: "O clear and fair and brave;

Before this King in court we'll so behave,

That the Emperour of France shall never say

In a strange land I'd thrown my life away

Before these chiefs thy temper had essayed."

"Let us prevent this fight:" the pagans say.

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