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XLVII.

Exclaimed Marsile:--"What further [shall I say?] No good adviser he of faith unsure. Swear if Rollánd be there that he shall die!" Thus answered Ganelon:--"Your will be done." Upon the relics of his sword Murgleis The treason swore; thus forfeited himself. Aoi.