The Song of Roland/Stanza II
King Marsile layed at Sarraguce,
Went he his way into an orchard cool;
There on a throne he sat, of marble blue,
Round him his men, full twenty thousand, stood.
Called he forth then his counts, also his dukes:
"My lords, give ear to our impending doom:
That Emperor, Charles of France the Douce,
Into this land is come, us to confuse.
I have no host in battle him to prove,
Nor have I strength his forces to undo.
Counsel me then, ye that are wise and true;
Can ye ward off this present death and dule?"
What word to say no pagan of them knew,
Save Blancandrin, of th' Castle of Val Funde.