LIX.

Vanished the night, and the clear dawn appeared. With noble mien the Emperor mounts his steed, And 'mid the host one thousand trumpets sound: "_Barons_," said Carle:--"You see those deep defiles And narrow passes--judge who in the rear Will take command." Said Ganelon:--"Rollánd, My step-son, whom among your valiant knights You prize the most." Carle hearing this, upon Him sternly looked:--"Thou art the devil's self," Said he, "or else a mortal rage has stung Thy heart! Say, who before me in the van Will march? 'Twill be Ogier de Dannemarche! You have no better Baron for the post." Aoi.