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 I must despatch my uncle the alcalyph, Charles will not love me ever otherwise.” After, there speaks his son to Marsilye, Says to the King: “In madness spoke this wight. So wrong he was, to spare him were not right; Leave him to me, I will that wrong requite.” When Guenès hears, he draws his sword outright, Against the trunk he stands, beneath that pine.

The King is gone into that orchard then; With him he takes the best among his men; And Blancandrins there shews his snowy hair, And Jursalet, was the King’s son and heir, And the alcaliph, his uncle and his friend. Says Blancandrins: “Summon the Frank again, In our service his faith to me he’s pledged.” Then says the King: “So let him now be fetched.” He’s taken Guenes by his right finger-ends, And through the orchard straight to the King they wend. Of treason there make lawless parliament. AOI.

“Fair Master Guenes,” says then King Marsilie, “I did you now a little trickery, Making to strike, I shewed my great fury. These sable skins take as amends from me, Five hundred pounds would not their worth redeem. To-morrow night the gift shall ready be.” Guene answers him: “I’ll not refuse it, me. May God be pleased to shew you His mercy.” AOI.