the song of roland-第17部分

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sts　to　fight；　Never　have　they　forgotten　their　ensigns；　That　admiral　still　〃Preciuse〃　doth　cry；　Charles　〃Monjoie；〃　renowned　word　of　pride。　Each　the　other　knows　by　his　clear　voice　and　high；　Amid　the　field　they're　both　come　into　sight；　Then；　as　they　go；　great　blows　on　either　side　They　with　their　spears　on　their　round　targes　strike；　And　shatter　them；　beneath　their　buckles　wide；　And　all　the　folds　of　their　hauberks　divide；　But　bodies；　no；　wound　them　they　never　might。　Broken　their　girths；　downwards　their　saddles　slide；　Both　those　Kings　fall；　themselves　aground　do　find；　Nimbly　enough　upon　their　feet　they　rise；　Most　vassal…like　they　draw　their　swords　outright。　From　this　battle　they'll　ne'er　be　turned　aside　Nor　make　an　end；　without　that　one　man　die。　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　AOI。

CCLIX

A　great　vassal　was　Charles；　of　France　the　Douce；　That　admiral　no　fear　nor　caution　knew。　Those　swords　they　had；　bare　from　their　sheaths　they　drew；　Many　great　blows　on　's　shield　each　gave　and　took；　The　leather　pierced；　and　doubled　core　of　wood；　Down　fell　the　nails；　the　buckles　brake　in　two；　Still　they　struck　on；　bare　in　their　sarks　they　stood。　From　their　bright　helms　the　light　shone　forth　anew。　Finish　nor　fail　that　battle　never　could　But　one　of　them　must　in　the　wrong　be　proved。　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　AOI。

CCLX

Says　the　admiral：　〃Nay；　Charles；　think；　I　beg；　And　counsel　take　that　t'wards　me　thou　repent！　Thou'st　slain　my　son；　I　know　that　very　well；　Most　wrongfully　my　land　thou　challengest；　Become　my　man；　a　fief　from　me　thou'lt　get；　Come；　serving　me；　from　here　to　the　Orient！〃　Charle　answers　him：　〃That　were　most　vile　offence；　No　peace　nor　love　may　I　to　pagan　lend。　Receive　the　Law　that　God　to　us　presents；　Christianity；　and　then　I'll　love　thee　well；　Serve　and　believe　the　King　Omnipotent！〃　Says　Baligant：　〃Evil　sermon　thou　saist。〃　They　go　to　strikewith　th'swords；　are　on　their　belts。　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　AOI。

CCLXI

In　the　admiral　is　much　great　virtue　found；　He　strikes　Carlun　on　his　steel　helm　so　brown；　Has　broken　it　and　rent；　above　his　brow；　Through　his　thick　hair　the　sword　goes　glancing　round；　A　great　palm's　breadth　and　more　of　flesh　cuts　out；　So　that　all　bare　the　bone　is；　in　that　wound。　Charles　tottereth；　falls　nearly　to　the　ground；　God　wills　not　he　be　slain　or　overpow'red。　Saint　Gabriel　once　more　to　him　comes　down；　And　questions　him　〃Great　King；　what　doest　thou？〃

CCLXII

Charles；　hearing　how　that　holy　Angel　spake；　Had　fear　of　death　no　longer；　nor　dismay；　Remembrance　and　a　fresh　vigour　he's　gained。　So　the　admiral　he　strikes　with　France's　blade；　His　helmet　breaks；　whereon　the　jewels　blaze；　Slices　his　head；　to　scatter　all　his　brains；　And；　down　unto　the　white　beard；　all　his　face；　So　he　falls　dead；　recovers　not　again。　〃Monjoie；〃　cries　Charles；　that　all　may　know　the　tale。　Upon　that　word　is　come　to　him　Duke　Naimes；　Holds　Tencendur；　bids　mount　that　King　so　Great。　Pagans　turn　back；　God　wills　not　they　remain。　And　Franks　have　all　their　wish；　be　that　what　may。

CCLXIII

Pagans　are　fled；　ev'n　as　the　Lord　God　wills；　Chase　them　the　Franks；　and　the　Emperour　therewith。　Says　the　King　then：　〃My　Lords；　avenge　your　ills；　Unto　your　hearts'　content；　do　what　you　will！。　For　tears；　this　morn；　I　saw　your　eyes　did　spill。〃　Answer　the　Franks：　〃Sir；　even　so　we　will。〃　Then　such　great　blows；　as　each　may　strike；　he　gives　That　few　escape；　of　those　remain　there　still。

CCLXIV

Great　was　the　heat；　the　dust　arose　and　blew；　Still　pagans　fled；　and　hotly　Franks　pursued。　The　chase　endured　from　there　to　Sarraguce。　On　her　tower；　high　up　clomb　Bramimunde；　Around　her　there　the　clerks　and　canons　stood　Of　the　false　law；　whom　God　ne'er　loved　nor　knew；　Orders　they'd　none；　nor　were　their　heads　tonsured。　And　when　she　saw　those　Arrabits　confused　Aloud　she　cried：　〃Give　us　your　aid；　Mahume！　Ah！　　Noble　king；　conquered　are　all　our　troops；　And　the　admiral　to　shameful　slaughter　put！〃　When　Marsile　heard；　towards　the　wall　he　looked；　Wept　from　his　eyes；　and　all　his　body　stooped；　So　died　of　grief。　　With　sins　he's　so　corrupt；　The　soul　of　him　to　Hell　live　devils　took。

CCLXV

Pagans　are　slain；　the　rest　are　put　to　rout　Whom　Charles　hath　in　battle　overpowered。　Of　Sarraguce　the　gates　he's　battered　down；　For　well　he　knows　there's　no　defence　there　now；　In　come　his　men；　he　occupies　that　town；　And　all　that　night　they　lie　there　in　their　pow'r。　Fierce　is　that　King；　with　's　hoary　beard；　and　proud；　And　Bramimunde　hath　yielded　up　her　towers；　But　ten　ere　great；　and　lesser　fifty　around。　Great　exploits　his　whom　the　Lord　God　endows！

CCLXVI

Passes　the　day；　the　darkness　is　grown　deep；　But　all　the　stars　burn；　and　the　moon　shines　clear。　And　Sarraguce　is　in　the　Emperour's　keep。　A　thousand　Franks　he　bids　seek　through　the　streets；　The　synagogues　and　the　mahumeries；　With　iron　malls　and　axes　which　they　wield　They　break　the　idols　and　all　the　imageries；　So　there　remain　no　fraud　nor　falsity。　That　King　fears　God；　and　would　do　His　service；　On　water　then　Bishops　their　blessing　speak；　And　pagans　bring　into　the　baptistry。　If　any　Charles　with　contradiction　meet　Then　hanged　or　burned　or　slaughtered　shall　he　be。　Five　score　thousand　and　more　are　thus　redeemed；　Very　Christians；　save　that　alone　the　queen　To　France　the　Douce　goes　in　captivity；　By　love　the　King　will　her　conversion　seek。

CCLXVII

Passes　the　night；　the　clear　day　opens　now。　Of　Sarraguce　Charles　garrisons　the　tow'rs；　A　thousand　knights　he's　left　there；　fighters　stout；　Who　guard　that　town　as　bids　their　Emperour。　After；　the　King　and　all　his　army　mount；　And　Bramimunde　a　prisoner　is　bound；　No　harm　to　her；　but　only　good　he's　vowed。　So　are　they　come；　with　joy　and　gladness　out；　They　pass　Nerbone　by　force　and　by　vigour；　Come　to　Burdele；　that　city　of　high　valour。　Above　the　altar；　to　Saint　Sevrin　endowed；　Stands　the　olifant；　with　golden　pieces　bound；　All　the　pilgrims　may　see　it；　who　thither　crowd。　Passing　Girunde　in　great　ships；　there　abound；　Ev'n　unto　Blaive　he's　brought　his　nephew　down　And　Oliver；　his　noble　companioun；　And　the　Archbishop；　who　was　so　wise　and　proud。　In　white　coffers　he　bids　them　lay　those　counts　At　Saint　Romain：　So　rest　they　in　that　ground。　Franks　them　to　God　and　to　His　Angels　vow。　Charles　canters　on；　by　valleys　and　by　mounts；　Not　before　Aix　will　he　not　make　sojourn；　Canters　so　far；　on　th'terrace　he　dismounts。　When　he　is　come　into　his　lofty　house；　By　messengers　he　seeks　his　judges　out；　Saxons；　Baivers；　Lotherencs　and　Frisouns；　Germans　he　calls；　and　also　calls　Borgounds；　From　Normandy；　from　Brittany　and　Poitou；　And　those　in　France　that　are　the　sagest　found。　Thereon　begins　the　cause　of　Gueneloun。

CCLXVIII

That　Emperour；　returning　out　of　Spain；　Arrived　in　France；　in　his　chief　seat；　at　Aix；　Clomb　to　th'　Palace；　into　the　hall　he　came。　Was　come　to　him　there　Alde；　that　fair　dame；　Said　to　the　King：　〃Where's　Rollanz　the　Captain；　Who　sware　to　me；　he'ld　have　me　for　his　mate？〃　Then　upon　Charles　a　heavy　sorrow　weighed；　And　his　eyes　wept；　he　tore　his　beard　again：　〃Sister；　dear　friend；　of　a　dead　man　you　spake。　I'll　give　you　one　far　better　in　exchange；　That　is　Loewis；　what　further　can　I　say；　He　is　my　son；　and　shall　my　marches　take。〃　Alde　answered　him：　〃That　word　to　me　is　strange。　Never；　please　God；　His　Angels　and　His　Saints；　When　Rollant's　dead　shall　I　alive　remain！〃　Her　colour　fails；　at　th'　feet　of　Charlemain；　She　falls；　she's　dead。　　Her　soul　God's　Mercy　awaits！　Barons　of　France　weep　therefore　and　complain。

CCLXIX

Alde　the　fair　is　gone　now　to　her　rest。　Yet　the　King　thought　she　was　but　swooning　then；　Pity　he　had；　our　Emperour；　and　wept；　Took　her　in's　hands；　raised　her　from　th'earth　again；　On　her　shoulders　her　head　still　drooped　and　leant。　When　Charles　saw　that　she　was　truly　dead　Four　countesses　at　once　he　summoned；　To　a　monast'ry　of　nuns　they　bare　her　thence；　All　night　their　watch　until　the　dawn　they　held；　Before　the　altar　her　tomb　was　fashioned　well；　Her　memory　the　King　with　honour　kept。　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　AOI。

CCLXX

That　Emperour　is　now　returned　to　Aix。　The　felon　Guene；　all　in　his　iron　chains　Is　in　that　town；　before　the　King's　Palace；　Those　serfs　have　bound　him；　fast　upon　his　stake；　In　deer…hide　thongs　his　hands　they've　helpless　made；　With　clubs　and　whips　they　trounce　him　well　and　baste：　He　has　deserved　not　any　better　fate；　In　bitter　grief　his　trial　there　he　awaits。

CCLXXI

Written　it　is；　and　in　an　ancient　geste　How　Charles　called　from　many　lands　his　men；　Assembled　them　at　Aix；　in　his　Chapelle。　Holy　that　day；　for　some　chief　feast　was　held；　Saint　Silvester's　that　baron's；　many　tell。　Thereon　began　the　trial　and　defence　Of　Guenelun；　who　had　the　treason　spelt。　Before　himself　the　Emperour　has　him　led。　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　AOI。

CCLXXII

〃Lords　and　barons；〃　Charles　the　King　doth　speak；　〃Of　Guenelun　judge　what　the　right　may　be！　He　was　in　th'host；　even　in　Spain　with　me；　There　of　my　Franks　a　thousand　score　did　steal；　And　my　nephew；　whom　never　more　you'll　see；　And　Oliver；　in　's　pride　and　courtesy；　And；　wealth　to　gain；　betrayed　the　dozen　peers。〃　〃Felon　be　I；〃　said　Guenes；　〃aught　to　conceal！　He　did　from　me　much　gold　and　wealth　forfeit；　Whence　to　destroy　and　slay　him　did　I　seek；　But　treason；　no；　I　vow　there's　not　the　least。〃　Answer　the　Franks：　〃Take　counsel　now　must　we。〃

CCLXXIII

So　Guenelun；　before　the　King　there；　stood；　Lusty　his　limbs；　his　face　of　gentle　hue；　Were　he　loyal；　right　baron…like　he'd　looked。　He　saw　those　Franks；　and　all　who'ld　judge　his　doom；　And　by　his　side　his　thirty　kinsmen　knew。　After；　he　cried　aloud；　his　voice　was　full：　〃For　th'　Love　of　God；　listen　to　me；　baruns！　I　was　in　th'　host；　beside　our　Emperour；　Service　I　did　him　there　in　faith　and　truth。　Hatred　of　me　had　Rollant；　his　nephew；　So　he　decreed　death　for　me　and　dolour。　Message　I　bare　to　king　Marsiliun；　By　my　cunning　I　held　myself　secure。　To　that　fighter　Rollant　my　challenge　threw；　To　Oliver；　and　all　their　comrades　too；　Charles　heard　that；　and　his　noble　baruns。　Vengeance　I　gat；　but　there's　no　treason　proved。〃　Answered　the　Franks：　〃Now　go　we　to　the　moot。

CCLXXIV

When　Guenes　sees；　his　great　cause　is　beginning；　Thirty　he　has　around　him　of　his　kinsmen；　There's　one　of　them　to　whom　the　others　listen；　'Tis　Pinabel；　who　in　Sorence　castle　liveth；　Well　can　he　speak；　soundly　his　reasons　giving；　A　good　vassal；　whose　arm　to　fight　is　stiffened。　Says　to　him　Guenes：　〃In　you　my　faith　is　fixed。　Save　me　this　day　f