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 I am held fast by death, as ye may see. No son have I nor daughter to succeed; That one I had, they slew him yester-eve. Bid you my lord, he come to see me here. Rights over Spain that admiral hath he, My claim to him, if he will take’t, I yield; But from the Franks he then must set her free. Gainst Charlemagne I’ll shew him strategy. Within a month from now he’ll conquered be. Of Sarraguce ye’ll carry him the keys, He’ll go not hence, say, if he trusts in me.” They answer him: “Sir, ’tis the truth you speak.” AOI.

Then says Marsile: “The Emperour, Charles the Great Hath slain my men and all my land laid waste, My cities are broken and violate; He lay this night upon the river Sebre; I’ve counted well, ’tis seven leagues away. Bid the admiral, leading his host this way, Do battle here; this word to him convey.” Gives them the keys of Sarraguce her gates; Both messengers their leave of him do take, Upon that word bow down, and turn away.

Both messengers did on their horses mount; From that city nimbly they issued out. Then, sore afraid, their admiral they sought, To whom the keys of Sarraguce they brought. Says Baligant: “Speak now; what have ye found? Where’s Marsilies, to come to me was bound?” Says Clarïen: “To death he’s stricken down. That Emperour was in the pass but now; To France the Douce he would be homeward-bound, Rereward he set, to save his great honour: