XXVIII.

Count Ganelon his own house seeks, to make Equipment and prepare his arms: his choice The best that he can find. With golden spurs He clasps his heels; belts to his side his sword, Murgleis, and mounts his courser Tachebrun. His uncle Guinemer the stirrup held; There many a chevalier you might have seen In tears, who said: "Baron, such evil fate Was yours. You, in the King's Court so long, and there Revered as liege-man high!--The man who judged That you should go, not Carle himself shall cure Or save; the Count Rollánd bethought him not Of that high lineage whence you sprang!"--And they Entreat:--"My lord with you take us along!" But Ganelon replies:--"Lord God forbid! Better to die alone than with me fall So many brave!--Lords, to sweet France ye will go. Salute for me my wife, and Pinabel, My friend and peer, and my son Baldewin whom Ye all know--guard him--hold him for your lord." The Count departs and goes upon his way. Aoi.

THE EMBASSY AND CRIME OF GANELON.